Sonnet for Nicole
steady eyes I watched the hand fate dealt;
Its outcome cured a heart once plagued with sorrow.
L'état c'est moi became La reyne le veult;
Lead kindly now, for now I'm bound to follow.
Your wish is my command, let it suffice...
Our story will outlive all history
Unless, of course, your heart turns cold as ice...
Me-thinks you really love me, though, Niki.
Are you content with what I've dreamt to be?
Reality is formed from hopeful wishes;
Rely upon what you feel, then you'll see
You'll have to substitute the "Ms." for "Mrs."
My nerves impede my asking of the question--
Explore this poem in vertical direction.
- Ash, Spring 1993