Sonnet 214

I surrender every night to a little death.

Dearest, no sin, on we but that of desire.

And so in this love let us meet the world's ire.

You and I are the sun and the moon in one breath.

Kings and countries fall but our love does last through all.

We, written throughout time for our love is divine.

I like a hymn from within - your souls sweet rhyme

Even in dreams from afar you can feel me call.

Thus we care not of the world; and what it may do.

You and I love are the only ones that are true.

For we are free and hold the original key.

Death does not divide us nor can the will of men.

Hell can not break me and heaven did not make thee.

You and I will always see each other again.