02-The Storm Sonnet Poem by Anthony D Bailey

For Sally H

How come I feel still ravaged by tempest?
Whilst present May hath been fairly clement,
For its knife-like winds could not pierce my breast,
But playful zephyr, thou have gusts that rent,
Pity our flirt was not unlike a hurricane,
Were we not a strong and passionate storm?
Still, in those brief moments of your domain,
Embers of my love were fuel'd and borne,
Must thou be so fierce to a good heart?
I'm left broken and reeling, be not cold,
So perhaps I never played best my part,
Yet still, true to my word, my heart you hold.
I doubt thee wish'd for my pain to begin,
Thus I pray time will mend this ache within.

(May 09)