Treasure Island

Edwina Reizer

(12/22/1937 / LAKEWOOD, NJ)

Sonnet # 16


I love you more each day it seems.
And in my nights all my dreams
show me how to love you more,
more than I ever have before.
And in between both night and day
I love you in a special way.
I sing for you. I write for you.
And when I find that this is through,
I sit and think of minutes I’ve had
when loving you drove me mad.
But still the madness in the end
became for me my closest friend.
For friend I am and friend I’ll be.
But there is nothing more important to me
than loving you.

Submitted: Tuesday, February 25, 2014
Edited: Wednesday, February 26, 2014

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