Our eyes that once met

Is it not a shame that I’ve come this far

That thirty and six years have traveled by,

That hereto my sight did not meet this star,

Whose eyes with mine create euphoric high?

Liquid love between our eyes, oh what fate!

Ah, to speak without words and truly hear,

An amazing way to communicate,

Each other’s voice joining our hearts so near.

But, oh my love, our love to each confined

Relentless for all of eternity

Endured, forsaken, and un-intertwined

As between each shore the moon draws the sea.

Oh, what sorrow for love to go untold;

For love be buried and never unfold!

A Sonnet by Marina Pickett

March 2005
Feb 2006