Of fairest winds unheard but for your sighs, <br />Of moons not held to reach your gentle hand, <br />'Twixt glimpses caught within our star-filled eyes, <br />The dreams we shared, we didn't understand. <br />No lens was ever held to fewer flaws, <br />How perfect seeming formed our foolish dreams - <br />So seldom hearts beheld of less because <br />Our love twice fuller sees what mere love seems. <br />What light would burn down prisons' strongest walls, <br />And carry brighter flames in passion's fingers, <br />Whereto the darkest cavern fear still gnaws, <br />That flame would drive love deep while faint hope lingers. <br />What desp'rate fire we burned, as loves must sear, <br />Until that night our hearts gave over fear. <br /> <br />-2005<br /><br />David Zvekic<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-3-what-desperate-fire/
