What Is Left......Sonnet

By Eric (Rick) True

Like a devoted singer clings to rhyme,
with words as precious as the spice of youth,
my love, made sure by feelings divine,
lives within the mercy of the warmth of you
whether I'm thoughtless, loving, or stained, or clean,
or searching my own faults, or none, or more,
regardless of the flight of past scenes
I give my heart invested in your worth.
So since I am not dead, sick, nor denied
such is this virtue where my substance is.
Might I then cry indebted while alive
to be a part of your uncommon gift.
So what is left, is left for you to see
This love I live, much more for you than me.