Sonnet II

I sit and write the words of days gone by:
Your spontaneity that gave sails wind
And my acceptance, letting my dreams fly.
I thought not of the time or how I'd sinned,
For time seemed not a player in our game.
A tapestry of schemes we weaved in stone,
It feigned our shared beliefs and would be name.
So then I ventured deep in the unknown
And with no torch I walked the barren lands
That once had been alight with your sweet smiles
While marked with guarantees by your swift hands.
In looking through the dark I walked past trials
Passing them with ease; I would not find your
Promises but lose you forevermore.