All of Days (Saraband Sonnet (Italian/Spanish Combination)
If love is lost for evermore
my heart will surely fade to naught
and life will be an endless chore.
Tormented eyes that beauty sought
would pierce the air in anguished pain,
my love's unwritten song in vain
if you should leave my soul distraught.
Yet hidden in the azure skies
I feel your love return my gaze
and in my dreams invoke my sighs.
My heart is yours for all of days
through winter sun and darkest night
and in the ancient mystic ways
our love will stand in its own right.
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