Sonnet 32


Should I write down a song of fervent love,
Perhaps consult some dusty catalog
With names of those whom I had held above
The merits of a banter’s dialogue?
The one, who one day entered my domain,
Was sudden spring in pure sonata form;
My virtuoso she would then remain
To play our souls’ Appassionata storm.
When perfect love ennobles mind and heart,
It cannot ever be confused with lust;
Our bond may break, for death must do his part
To cast aside our lifetime’s ring of trust
And strip us of our caring mortal shell—
But we have lived in love—and we loved well.

© 2016 Jerry Kemp


Jerry Kemp

Jerry has written and published two books: A Bouquet of Poetic Thoughts II and Galloping Pegasus, four humorous novellas.  Retired from his horse ranch and other activities, Jerry lives with his wife, two dogs, two cats, and numerous birds at the outskirts of the Sonoran desert in Arizona.  Celebrating his 82nd birthday in October 2016, ignoring the onset of Parkinson’s symptoms, Jerry continues on in his pursuit of happiness. He still paints, enjoys classical music and poetry by the old masters and, of course--writing.