Sonnet 22

[ehowton]

If I wrote 1000 poems all to you
It would not sway your perception of me
I’d still have to resolve my love so true
Even if 1000 miles I'd flee

If I slept with 1000 women, yes
It would not fill the chasm in my heart
Even if I died 1000 true deaths
I would die 1000 more just to start

I’ve handed you my heart 1000 times
1000 times you’ve returned it to me
The bells toll, reverberate with the chimes
Eternal burning sensuality

If I disappeared for 1000 days
I sometimes think you’d prefer it that way