(sonnet attempt # XXII)
XXII
I was alive before you came and yet,
I'd die if I had to bid you adieu.
How strange and contradictory, say you?
And yet it seems so true. Before we met
I did not know what life could mean; you let
Me see a diff'rent world. If you withdrew,
So colourless and lifeless it'd ensue.....
My life would be then but a silhouette.
You say no one is worth such honour, eh?
...But God. And there you're right. But yet I plead.
Effect for good or ill we all display;
Nor to ourselves alone does this proceed:
To others ev'ry day we thus hold sway
To make or break....and you make mine, you see!
17Jan11