Psonnets of Courtship
A River Run with Tears

O woman whom I loved, I ask you this.
If I had cried a river run with tears,
would love have come to pass? The Spirit hears,
but have I not because I ask amiss,
or was it not to be, our loving kiss?
But in the love that quells my doubts and fears,
that perfect Love, to Whom my heart adheres,
shall comfort me each time I reminisce.
You were my heart's desire crucified
and buried in a sepulchre of mind,
a memory of love I thought had died,
which I had laid to rest and left behind.
But I remembered you, and how I cried
because I wanted you still to be mine.
~ by Michael Rew / Email: witness@psonnets.org