A Soul That's Hungry and Never Well-Fed
A soul that's hungry and never well-fed,is always searching for something much greater,
a great love whose meaning is ne'er misread,
or destiny whose time arrives much later.
In God and thee I find a hopeful fate,
a future that restores a quiet grace,
and moments in time's endless, flowing state;
where I embrace your beauty's radiant face.
But if the heavens and the stars above,
and all the world were drowned in seas of gloom,
my lines still live forever in thee, my love,
beyond end of days, beyond even doom!
If love transcends all seasons and all times,
then your spring lives on in all of my rhymes.
Sonnet by Ngoc Nguyen
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Written on 2026-08-01 at 20:24
Tags Rose Love Spring
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