Sonnet to the determination of love
Before Night Steals Our Love
The weakness of these feeble lines I write,
Will fade into the darkness of the night,
Becoming Phantom's mate turned lurid blue,
Absorbed by moonbeam power over hue.
The shine that casts a sheen by light of day,
By cloak of night begins to lose its sway.
Before this solid earth revolves no more,
And night evades the arch of heaven's door,
My love for you must last the poisoned dart,
And thrive ever securely in your heart.
Though I am mortal and bereft of skill,
Against the power of night's harsh thieving will,
There is a strength in us beyond his grasp,
By which this threatened bond of ours will last,
A permanent design that nature made,
Immune to any wilds the night has bade.
So in the hopeless slump of sunset rays,
Our love will surely see those brighter days.
For night does lack the ears by which to hear it,
That we are bound by love always in sprit.