Winding Ways
My soul, a compass, turns on winding ways, While tears, like ink from some sad quill, do fall. This heart, a floating ship for fleeting days, Must leap through time, or pine within its thrall. The sun's swift course, a lover's ardent pace, A moment’s kiss, a breath, a burning grace. Come, seize this instant, before its light erases The very memory of this warm embrace. Our love, a flame that mortal storm would quell, Is forged in passion's fierce and sudden heat. Kiss lips still warm; let this sweet moment swell, Before life's transient pulse admits defeat. So stay, my love; let not this swift time be A river flowing swiftly from the eternity. ----- Affaq #SonnetPoetry #EnglishPoetry