Psonnets of Romance
Her Love Is Mine

When we were wed, I gave up all the rest,
though many were far fairer than my bride.
It does not matter. She was set aside,
and when I feel her touch and am caressed,
I know she is God's gift, and I am blessed.
So why would men have cast her to the side?
It does not matter. God lets her abide
in my embrace, and me betwixt her breasts.
She is my love, though she was not as fair
when I passed by the flesh of ninety-nine
more beautiful than hers. I do not care.
Lust cannot drink enough of beauty's wine,
nor can my lust the truth in love declare:
Far better than her flesh, her love is mine.
~ by Michael Rew / Email: witness@psonnets.org