Sonnet X

My love, I miss the pleasure of your touch,
When all we did was bound by joy and care.
Our actions bred responses born of trust
And we created love both new and fair.

That love is precious to me now, I hold
It dear and count the days long past, when we
Rejoiced in company and often told
Each other of the friends we'd always be.

I can't believe my dreams are as yet dead
But live in fear of all our Lord might take.
For we are in his hold and I have pledged
To keep my trust in him to mark our fate.

	My love and yet my friend how would you have
	Our loved ones mark our lives when in our grave?