Singapore Sonnet
Was once my fancy turned to painted charms
And oriental spells abducted me.
In smoke of incense swirling like a sea
I languished in the warmth of other arms;
In tropic air beneath the swaying palms;
And this I thought would be my destiny,
Until another came to set me free.
True love they say, the restless drifter calms,
For certainty then in my mind it dwelt.
I saw her there, to all but she was blind;
The one love with whose heart mine too would bind,
And in my heart the joy of love I felt;
The twisting road, to happiness would wind,
As there before her loveliness I knelt.
Sonnet #1
poem by Dennis N. O'Brien
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