Hope Stokes Love

Pining for love and hoping for her to come. A poem written as a "Cornish Sonnet".

Hope

Will I see you again, O my dear Tulip?
The fragrance of your hair, I pine for,
The tilt of your chin, the curve of your lip,
The rhythm of your sensuous walk,
I am not yet quenched, I want a bit more,
Of your face, of your love, of your talk.

To be with you is a dream come true,
In the garden of our love, I walk with a daze,
A place in my heart belongs only to you,
My love for thee is without any bounds,
Your name in my mind, I cannot ever erase,
My spirit yearns for you, but I utter no sounds.

Will I see you again, O my dear Tulip?
To be with you is a dream come true.

Author's Note: This poem is written in the form of a "Invalid Entry"  and is being submitted to larryp for his "Invalid Item"