Sonnet CXXXVIII

My love is as an empire standing tall,
Upholding tenets of heart towering,
That repel the empty stark stone-cold wall,
Feeding the soul and spirit nourishing.
Such devotion is thine elixir now,
Anger subsiding yet affection dies,
As desperation’s cloud hovers thine brow,
And storm-cracked limbs flailing and winged flies.
Reason escaping as madness ensues;
Discourse and pining vainly beckon thee,
For random promise truth’s purpose pursues,
And fair beauty as thine again ne’er see.
Swear not by dark of night nor sun-drenched sea,
For bright is love that burns within this plea,
And traverse tides that bring thee back to me.