The Is Our Time, Love.

A Love Sonnet

Ortachali Beauty by Niko Pirosmani-1918

That stormy night in May, we sweetly kissed,
So beautiful you were and you still are.
Undeniable, not to be dismissed,
This love we have, whether close or if far.

Let it linger in the darkest places,
Calm the hearts of those who are searching still.
Oh, let it wipe the tears from their faces,
And push their tired legs up distant hills.

In your presence, is where I long to be,
Search and you will find me everywhere, love-
This is my one chance, can you set me free?
We’ll reap blessings from the heavens above.

I am yours, you are mine, this should ring true.
It is our time to shine-yes, it is due.

For the next few posts, I’ll be practicing sonnets. It has been an extremely long time since I pulled these babies out. Prayerfully, you’ll go easy on me. This is Love Sonnet #3.