Soul-Mate – A Sonnet

I bleed my heart and rip a-part for thee

Me-Tender than she, I’m merrier by far to be.

All along, I sing, with her, joyous song avow

Be one, with fun, my girl, my love and now

A boy, a joy, I won that thing when young

At par big guys a-jar got into The Ring.

From dying a life in strife and vice for recluse

I shone in pride of living by wise, off-grouse.

As I look back I beget a plush of zing

My Job, a bead of pearls on silver string

By now you know, as what I term That Thing.

I revere my Work as close to heart, and soul

Do glow when bright, up-beat; and sullen when dull.

Nothing can do-us apart than death; and not by will.