Heart In Hands

The shadows lurked in depths of my cold soul.
Day after day I fought to see the light.
I feared that nevermore would I be whole,
for all the days of my life turned to night.

When suddenly at my wit’s end I knew
a change must come about, lest my soul die.
I must make haste; I must not waste this cue
to change the course of my life, so I’ll try.

Thus on a path I set off as to find
a kindred spirit with whom I would share
all those things in life that the ties would bind
each other together; my, what a pair.

In your hands, at long last, you hold my heart.
I knew that I loved you right from the start.

Author's note: A Shakespearean sonnet.

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