Sonnet 3

Far from the frenzied town are we here came-
A shrine with love in its each artery,
Me sat beside the most beautiful dame,
Feeling a man that’s won the lottery;
It’s true I am a man on a mountain,
And you the peerless peak I pine to reach,
If it means my blood shall form a fountain,
Gladly will it the ground between us leach;
I must be a man to the idea wed
Maybe far before its time hath come,
Yet, the dreams I see are that we both led
Years five and fifteen and fifty and some;
My vow’s been made, now’s left an unsaid line-
Mine ring finger is yours – can yours be mine?

©Asiman Panda 2017