Читать книгу #Sonnets - Lucien Young - Страница 17

Like to that television show I binge

Whilst laid in bed, these eyes abjuring rest,

Whose thrills allow no other to impinge

On those few hours of mine with freedom blessed,

Such is my love; thou art my sole download,

The one Must See for which my passion burns.

When credits roll, ‘Just one more episode!’

I cry, enraptured by thy twists and turns.

Yet thou art greater still, for series finish,

Or else decline and lose their former spark;

But seasons’ march shall not thy grace diminish,

Nor shall thy loveliness e’er jump the shark.

While men still breathe and God maintains His station,

This love of ours shall ne’er know cancellation.