Third Sonnet
No words will ever steal away your love,
a statue carved in forests of my dreams,
with fountain feeding tender deer and dove,
dipping soft their silken tongue into the stream.
The doves no not a word to make them flee,
or fear an enemy can penetrate
the gate that only God could build for me
that shines ahead where I forever wait.
But, if somehow someone should steal the key,
and force a game on my green forest floor,
you know I won’t participate or be
standing in the way of that you want more.
I’ll climb a sturdy tree with view above
applauding for my true forever love.
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