Fifth Sonnet

Fifth Sonnet

To please your jealous friend, I bear this pain,
sent off to face a cold and bitter sea
where once upon a poem your love did feign
eternity, walked here to there did we.
Your ship has come to be a rescue dream
that once I found myself at ends without.
The world appeared to plot an evil scheme
that shook the demons in your heart to doubt.
Forgive me if I stow away tonight
where only from a porthole can I view
a moon that shines its light as guide to write
and gulls that paint your memory on blue.
Though to your grief this pain does not attend,
the love I pledged to keep will never end.