Behind the lover’s smiles lost in this world
are untold secrets longing to be free.
But lovers’ lips must linger swathed, unfurled
aside tides of stray words flung into the sea.
The futures of our children wait and so
we dance barefoot ’round the world this night.
and sing the story of our love so slow,
so soundless under midnight’s candlelight.
When friends say, “Let us listen to your song,”
I’ll tell them it is written on our hearts
where fickle moss and time do not belong—
only the fading chords of betrothed sweethearts.
Oh, gift me with your moonlit eyes and charms,
and I will die with your sonnet in my arms.