Sandrine Sonnet Cycle - Sonnet XCVII

So like the winter has your absence been,
And every day that passes by forsakes
Narcissic hopes: - head aches, while hoary flakes
Drudge from dark depths stark ancient echoes mean.
Read how the world I'd win were you my Queen!
Imagine how we'd overcome mistakes,
Nestled close together till each wakes
Entwined in silk-soft curves, from dreams serene.
Velvet is that touch too much you'd screen
Apart from one true heart that counterfeits
Insouciance yet still askance awaits
Love's signal from that ciphered smile, - Sandrine!
Let go old hesitations, seek new peaks,
Admiration Never Too much speaks.

28 October 1992

poem by Jonathan Robin
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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