Sonnet 19   Leave a comment

Sonnet 19

I hold this gift of might
But I don’t know what to do
I’m afraid of losing sight
Please Lord help me through
And I see up and coming light
That majestic stuff might come
And I wouldn’t give without a fight
Before my day is final done
Our hope and friendship thou must see
Because they’re only left
And if thou want stick with me
Yet we must pay the lept
Darkness and shadow art left upon
But soon it will all be just begone


Posted юли 28, 2010 by elan morin tedronai

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