Sonnet 9: Lasting love

They say if true love’s meant to last for aye,

why count we every second we did share?

Yet since we met, I savor every day

for tasteless years sans you I could not bear.

Your words with me were few, I’ve carved in mind.

Lest visage fades, I’ve painted yours anew.

From mem’ry stale, the feeling fresh I find,

I relish sweetness from my dream I chew.

Though lightyears’ path does Altair Vega part,

for e’en a day’s reunion they rejoice.

While I, a mortal, with so frail a heart,

a temp’ral quest of love I dared not voice.

Before the time my mind and taste does dull,

Remembrance fresh of you anon I’ll cull.

2015/2