Form: English Sonnet
My love, your eyes can see the distant stars
yet can your ears now hear a Welsh voice sing
in echoes of old time Spanish guitars
to bring my love these last few days of spring.
I close my eyes and see your native land,
and feel you near; at last my mind withdraws,
to where your loving touch can grasp my hand,
and for a while my dreams can stop and pause.
In the land where aspirations converge
no ocean wave disturbs our nightly tryst
as senses reel when lights of love emerge
and lips reveal the hunger in her kiss.
I'll gaze on her divinity in my sight
and know no star can shine with love's delight