I Ask For Nothing (Sonnet)

I ask for nothing yet you give me all I need

Could this be what the sages meant when they spoke of love

Perhaps like the roses thorny prick doth bleed

Nary tainting the snow white of the purest dove

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Were I ever to beg my darling, of you my pardon

I doubt you not that forgiveness would be mine

Assured that your heart would not surely harden

This–I take to my heart as a sign

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The gift you offer out of nothing but passion

I hold close, clutching it tightly to my still heaving breast

Through these long centuries it has never left fashion

On my knees before God to you my love I confessed

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All this–I pray that I have not taken for granted

For your love I cherish that may ne’er be supplanted

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

15 thoughts on “I Ask For Nothing (Sonnet)

    • Hello Wood nymph butterfly, formerly known as thenerdyscribe, I was wondering where you had gone. Thank you for getting back in contact so that I follow you again. I have been fine and hope you have been doing well also, thank you for asking. I look forward to reading your posts again as I always enjoyed them. Talk to you soon my friend. :)

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