Apart
by cricketjeff on March 27, 2008. © Jeff Green, All rights reserved
The leather book I slipped inside your case
Contains a sonnet for each day apart
In violet ink, the contents of my heart
And ev’ry word put carefully in place
The ring I hid for you to find so soon
A simple box with just one thing inside
I knew the perfect place for it to hide
When you are sad you have to play that tune
Upon my hand the gold appears so pale
A single diamond like a drip of dew
Each time I see my hand I think of you
And of the love we share that cannot fail
First on my wall I traced your silhouette
A crisp black line to show your lovely face
With ev’ry subtle feature in its place
I clasp your book and read and can’t forget
The ceiling fan revolves above my head
I know the words that you will read each day
For in my heart each poem has to stay
I listen to your voice as we’re in bed
The texture of my sheets is like your skin
I hear your voice in ev’ry line I read
I gobble up each sonnet in my greed
And know that in the end we have to win
I/You will know the answer when we meet
And then my love our lives can be complete
Author notes
Interlocking sonnets, his and hers with (almost) shared couplet to end
English