Sonnet 47 – A Stroll Through Our Park

One evening after twilight, we took a
stroll through our park, you on my left, your arm
slipped through mine. I taught you how in past days
a man would defend his lady from harm,

how he’d guide her behind him with his left
hand just as he drew his sword with his right.
We walked boldly along our path, your soft
hand cool beneath my own.  From light to light

we moved  - we sauntered through shadow with no
fear.  Later, your legs twined about my waist,
you pulled me to you, looked on me with so
much love that I could not speak.  I learned trust

and true protection in my lover’s eyes
that night and found redemption in her cries.