Sonnettics

For Wendy,
November 4th, 2011
(and Forever)

You mean the world to me; I love this world
Whatever things I have are yours, and more
My life’s a sacred banner you’ve unfurled
I swear to you, I’ve never been so sure
My life is yours, for better or for worse
With God, my love for you becomes the best!
Your love is joy, in which I will immerse
Your love is sacred water; I am blessed
Take now this ring; it means eternity
Take now my hand; it means I want you near
Take now my heart; I give it, full and free
Take now my kiss, and give me one, my dear!
We’ve filled our hearts with promises, divine
Now I am yours, and Wendy, you are mine.

On our wedding at Leesylvania State Park,
overlooking the water of the Potomac River
in Prince William County, Virginia

This is the tune I am working into this sonnet:
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How blessed are the quatrains when they rise
How blessed are the couplets as they fall
More blessed are the poets who are wise
Who see allusive words upon their walls
Who light their metaphoric candles, bright
Much more than just a simile; they are
Fulfillment of the law. They do what’s right
They celebrate the small, sonnettic star
Don’t relegate the iambs to the dust
They need the cleansing water of your tears
Before you walk the second mile, you must
Divest yourself of all un-godly fears
To him that knocketh, doors are opened wide
Compose the songs of muses there, inside.