More Altitude of Love
...for a special someone...
Sonnet
… no rights have I to feel a certain way,
… no claim not pleading in pentameter,
… no earthly grip or hope my words will sway,
or trace the scope of their parameter.
Like a lawyer, skirting nine tenths of the law
to avoid thoughts of what I don’t possess,
my sad voice still reaches out to draw
belief in your heart for the love I confess.
… although no claim I have to your control,
… although no rights I assert to your mind,
… although mere trace publicly may extol,
no loud statements can anyone find.
But in my way, I possess you all the same,
And no judge or jury would ever lay blame.
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