For WDKY: Romance

Sonnet

First time he kissed me, he but only kissed

the fingers of this hand wherewith I write;

and ever since, it grew more clean and white,

slow to world-greetings, quick with its "Oh, list",

when the angels speak. A ring of amethyst

I could not wear here, plainer to my sight,

than that first kiss. The second passed in height

the first, and sought the forehead, and half missed,

half falling on the hair. O beyond meed!

That was the chrism of love, which love's own crown,

with sanctifying sweetness, did precede.

The third upon my lips was folded down

in perfect, purple state; since when indeed,

I have been proud and said, "My love, my own."

-Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Wish it were my work, but it's not.

P.S. To people who know what I look like, No, the picture is not me...it's John Lennon and Yoko Ono.

...And "meed" means reward or recompense...in case yer wondering and yer not inclined to get a dictionary and look it up...

Romantic Hammy