Forever Sonnets (Poetry Blog)

While you are away, a gloom does descend, Or all the world's shimmer does lose its shine. My morn makes a plea to you: thus befriend My nights, once idyllic, now annoying mine. Your breath, like an aura that gives me cheer, Your nearness, a sunshine that lights my way. Your love, a backbeat that takes away my fear, In you, fellow, I do foresee my tranquil day. For in this indefinite life, I am like a brief guest, Why ought we not entwine our amour in action? I may cherish every moment we share and quest,  In your attraction, my dearie, I regain my passion. So turn up loveliness and let us close the gap, For without you, all rapture shrinks and sap. © Poet Affaq 

When you’re absent, darkness does descend, And all the world's delight does lose its shine. My days, make a plea to you so befriend My nights, once peaceful, now are troubled mine. Your breath, a happy breeze that brings me cheer, Your presence, sunshine that lights up my way. Your love, a rhythm that takes away my fear In you, my dear, I do find my peaceful day. For in this fleeting life, I am a brief guest, Why should we not entwine our hearts in love? I'll cherish every moment we share and rest, In your embrace, my sweet, I find my dove. So come, dear love, and let us close the gap, For without you, all joys do shrink and sap. © Poet Affaq  2024/ All rights reserved 

All that mine held is now yours in every way, At times by kisses, by closeness, fleeting touch, At times by distance, heartless as winter's day, Or through displeases, pain that clings so much. Your memories penned on pages white and still, Morn's yawning light, or vesper’s solemn shade, Within heart your uniqueness lingers still, No distrust, nor bitter musings from us displayed. Ah! return and see what yet remains in me, Reckon these graves of lovers lost to silent seas, Whose vows and promises now dust shall be, As the fleeting lies upon the fickle breeze. When love, like wizardry, fades, slips from sight, Its grip is gone, and we yield to endless night. © Poet Affaq   2024 all rights reserved 

Tread slowly in one's passion lest you fall, In love's enticing snare, many lost their way. Look, It's a potent wine that do beset us all, In its depths, some sank, some carry their day  As strangers, we approach the tender dance, Where fancy and the soul in harmony shake  Each step, a delicate balance, does enhance Risk of heartache or the love's sweet shape. As the tickker do yield to love's sweet might, 'Tis necessity to keep it splendid and secure. For many have fallen prey to love's delight, And in its wake, sorrow and pain endure. Tread slowly, dear, and heed this tale, Lest love's sweet wine you wary heart assail. http://sonnetsofnightinhale.blogspot.com 🌹🌷🌹🌷🌹🌷🌹🌷🌹🌹