A Sonnet

A Sonnet

We've spent too long apart, my love, too long
Too many nights spent beneath the pale moon
I've heard too many times a bitter song
And longed so many nights to see you soon
You took my hand in yours one cold twilight
And there we stood beneath the dark'ning sky
In that instant became I yours, day and night,
Through the passing of years until I die
By the blessed moon, I am ever thine
While her pale face watches over this land
And while she for her sun-drenched lover pines
So I long for the touch of your sweet hand
Without you by my side my heart grows sore
My friend, my love, my muse forever more