Sandrine Sonnet Cycle - Sonnet LXII Sin of Self-Love

Sin of self-love was mine until we met,
And all my soul, my each and every part,
Navel worshipped, 'self' could not forget,
Denying feelings from the inner heart.
Responding to shared magic I arise
In wonderment, and slough the skin of pride,
No worth now see(k) in any other eyes,
Enough is that which in you does abide.
Vanity my mirror did reflect, -
And now I learn love's taste, spurn waste, to share
In light and laughter, ease of heart, - reject
Luckless habits leading to despair.
Latent was the well-spring of my soul,
And Now Twinned stars may merge to make one whole!

poem by Jonathan Robin
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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