ForeverSonnets
May your caring hand oblige my outstretched own, Not for mere days or months, but life's long span. How discordant, to live in solitude, alone, And mend life's fractured hopes, and the false plan. I stood then, solitary in youth's pretty prime, Those innocent years backed by liberty. Now let your tender hand merge into mine, May this harmony be like passion and fire I see. Believe me, from my villa in the Eastern hills I ponder this verse with deepest, careful thought; Ah, by love's beam, dear breeze of rills, Indeed, for some high purpose we are brought. Before your rosy, purple youth does fade, Pledge that this holy verse our future made. ---- Affaq