Form: Pushkin Sonnet
Her eyes reflect the beginning and end
in charcoal pools that reach deep in the soul
it is on her mercy I now depend
for life is done; I go to her parole.
Her touch may send a shiver down my spine
her whisper leads me to her realms divine
in wings of darkest black I take my shade
as in her love through death I'll be remade.
Upon my knees as I begin to cry,
it is her voice that stills my raging mind
and her embrace that I long to find
as in my fear I ask her how and why.
I know now that she will never leave me
but in her love I am forever free