Sonnets

Thy love I haven't had, worse than night

My love, my love I don't know who you are,

The turtle doves haven't told me yet.

I've seen in my dreams before we've met

And I hope the time isn't very far.

I'll keep waiting until the day we cross,

Even if a thousand years come to pass,

Watching quietly from the window glass

To see you coming this way across

From the lonely road and into my heart,

Leaving back behind the winter season

To find a place where the flowers blossom

And the morning sunlight will never part.

But I've known that shadows cast in the light,

Possibly some ways our love worse than night.