Sonnet 42 – I Would Have

I would have made that woman my wife and
her children my own. From the moment I
looked on her, I knew that I was less than
whole. She saw the need in me, wondered why

she should be my answer. Fidelity’s
a fragile thing – some kisses are no threat
to a marriage run cold, while wanting me
held peril that knowing others did not.

I would have made love with her - fierce, hungry,
impassioned. Then slowly, gently – eye to
eye and heart to heart. Love words whispered, the
sweet promise of us becoming one - two

souls pledged to ages but living, loving
now. I love her still; distantly, grieving.