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Sonnet, Uncompleted, uncomplicated
"Who Were The Now-dead Parents Of Now-orphan Love?"
Do not condemn what Love has done, self-willed.
What Love has done was done to make Love plain.
No Orphan-thought will ever live alone :
no parent---Hope, Desire---will come again.
Love won't forget its parents, Oh!, so dear!
Yet after Time's and Space's and Fate's insistence,
Desire has died, Hope has fled : : intents fulfilled.
But in Love's face and heart where smiles have shone,
and in the eyes and voice and way and frame,
there'll ever reign, on Recollection's throne,
those "dreams in amber" only two call "same".
More than just friends, but those, unparalleled,
from fearful life uncaged two hearts, so thrilled.
Do not condemn what Love has done self-willed.
Do not condemn what Love has done, for ALL was willed.
Really? This takes me to various places with differing points of view. Still, it hits me hard.