The Seven-Orchid Promise (Sonnet #515)
Seven perfect promise gifts are bestowed;
Only your beauty will I ever seek.
Rich contentment belongs to those whose meek
Confession states things are not joy. Betrothed,
Home shall be with a Person, not a place.
Investment is time spent in knowing you
Discovering surprising beauty true.
Perfect goddess, I gaze upon your face
Revealing God’s creation, never mine.
Oh! Be yourself, that is enough for me.
My every step with yours shall ever be
In sync, become more us, not mine or thine.
Still, we as two distinct, remain diverse
Ever completing compliment in verse.
© 2017 david w palmer
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