Annie Johnson
Sonnet Fifty-five
Love that comes late in life is just as deep
As youthful love in all its waywardness.
Love’s deeper for the times we loved and lost
We feel each other’s hearts as from one chest
In a rhythmic beating defying time.
The raging fires of love that burn within
Are banked against an eon's emptiness.
Love is gratitude in steadfast longing,
Without criticism or hurtful words;
A knowing that all love is tenuous
That time holds in its eye-gazing sweetness.
If depth of love was all life had to give;
Gladly would I drown in your sea deep eyes.
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