''Immortal Belovéd,'' RescriptedImmortal Belovéd, why imagine
our love a lover's hell, when heaven's best
and all's right again when Love's religion
rules o'er us and becomes our perfect rest?
We'd do well to love once more, to never
tempt the unbalanced coil of our unrest;
or break up our pact that need not sever
despite our lover's quarrels, which manifest.
But, like hope, Love surpasses forever;
and perdures, outlives, transcends tradition;
and corrects us in spite of our error,
wrath, petulance: so we shun desire's famine.
If Love's eternal and never-ending,
Beloved, then we, too, are worth defending.
Sonnet by Ngoc Nguyen
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Written on 2020-03-26 at 20:11
Tags Poetry  Love  Passion
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