Sonnet X

I’d hanged my heart upon the bow of fate
In hope that on some future day, we’d meet.
Within a time when wisdom bade me wait
Thine unknown kiss was still cherished as sweet.

Thy love yet unknown...thy tender embrace
Was secretly my innermost delight.
Ere I had heard thy voice or seen thy face,
Thy phantom was unveiled before my sight.

A mysterious friend was that grey ghost
Who charmingly didst accompany me
In ballrooms dancing amidst a grand host
Of onlookers who tarried anxiously.

Heretofore, I have awaited thine hand
Which is a rareish treasure to demand.