“Sonnet II: Impossible”

Impossible the bud blind to the sun,

And the mother who loves her children none.

Impossible the body still to songs,

And for truth to be sin that always wrongs.

Impossible for stars to leave the sky,

And to ask a person never to cry.

Impossible to never feel desire

For that dreamy mouth that sets souls on fire.

And to not share a moment of love’s bliss

With our lips touching in a filling kiss.

And for my heavy heart to not beat fast

While your hands caress my body at last.

Through a falling tear, I say I love you.

And you wipe it away, saying it too.