A Love Never Lost

As Full Moon glares on this wintry night, I beg for his forgiveness Plead for his passion, his solitude. In the Wind lies what I have been waiting for, however it never blows my way. It strays to its East although I am Far north, I run in a Fog with arms outstrecthed, yet you get further beyond Far South rain comes in whispers, In Western winds sonnets are poured out on paper. Rain whispers, sweet words of His love never Forgotten. As my heart mends its broken vase, as the fog clears. In my hands are no longer his poured out sonnets, But there in front of me standing astray is my beloved.