SONNET LXXVIII - THE RIFT

our God created you for me to love
and He formed me to make your beauty glow
we fit together snugly as a glove
perfection only we could ever know
how savagely I ravish your sweet mind
with pretty words that feed your heart such bliss
this depth of love that cannot be defined
grows deeper still with each poetic kiss
but if you'd be love's helpless little slave
the master of your soul makes this demand
give me the greatest ecstasy I crave
and let me finally hold your pretty hand
   one kiss would close the world's widest rift
   if I could claim this girl's sweetest gift