...The story of a girl in London, England


Sonnet 30


Is it so much to ask, to want to find

A deep, intense connection to a man

Who’s strength of soul is great, his heart, his mind…

A second half, an ever steady hand?

To be so knit together, he and I,

That distance cannot sever, shift, undo

The bond of souls made strong by storm and time.

The understanding gained in “getting through”.

Perhaps this is impossible so young

And speaking soul to soul as angels can

With struggle and with time can only come.

And still, I ache for it with all I am.

The patience I don’t have—it wears me thin.

I long for understanding. To begin.

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