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One Hundred and Fifty-Five Sonnets - 54. God's Divider
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Sonnet No. 107
When I'm sick or lonely, I have a need
As basic as bedrock shelter and food,
Though the last thing I'd want to plead
Is pity for a baleful attitude.
Pride should not be boastful, for if it is,
The allotment of your gift for me trumps
All the sureties of answers and quiz,
For without it, they put me in the dumps.
I know you love me, that's not in question,
Yet I'm sometimes ill and isolated
Within the confines of my own body's skin,
So just say it, if you feel I'm agitated.
Like music to soothe the savage breast's wounding,
Your words of love cure me by their attuning.
Sonnet No. 108
How can I approach 116 and not
Have trepidation by analogy?
Though time changes Love not one single blot,
Incomplete art deserves apology.
Beloved as I may be, my remover
Compasses Love in His most perfect form,
To convert doubter to true believer –
To behold His bright star through every storm.
And so, you and I are married in mind,
Although your height outpaces mine by inches,
I've taken it, and by it others will find
The concrete measure that their own clinches.
Just know, it is no error we were meant to love,
God with divider proportions all from above.
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