Sonnet: To Death, My Love Sailed Poem by Patrick Sunday

1st-QUATRAIN:
To Death, My Love Sailed, Striding Down Bare Ground/
That Of This Molten Top, Alone i Rest/
Thou See'st Of Me In Sorrow's Den Abound/
Which By And By, Rough Winds Doth Bring To Dearth.

2nd-QUATRAIN:
That Gourd Of Time Thou Brought In Me Of Joy/
And Oh, Upon Those Moments Came Relief/
We Ate, We Dine, We Held Our Sacred Choice/
Each Gracious Time With You, A Soothing Meet/

3rd-QUATRAIN:
For Every Feelings Shared, Each Others Side/
And Every Rhythms Played From Every Song/
Each PLeasures Found From All Emotions Bright/
Would Never Fade, Nor Fall's On Natures Plot.

COUPLET:
Always With You I'll Stay, In All My Days/ Our Mem'ries Made, Not Death Could Take Away! '