Sonnet 7
When bluebells carpet
woods again in spring,
And daffodils shine
golden, bright and bold,
When nightingale and
cuckoo sweetly sing,
Then longingly my
love I would enfold.
When mountain streams
run swiftly to the sea,
And waterfalls
cascade with mighty power,
I pray that he will
sweetly dream of me,
That soon the root of
love will strongly flower.
As full moon glows
her bright romantic light,
And midnight stars
pulsate and softly shine,
If destiny would
grant a wish tonight,
I'd cast a spell of
love to make him mine.
But were it possible
true love to own,
Such captive love,
fate never would condone.
-© J.M. Lewis
October 2001-
