Pursuing Deepest Thrills of Love’s Conclude – Sonnet Nine

Pursuing deepest thrills of love’s conclude,
Like satyrs in their princely forest Spring,
Or unicorn in virgin’s lap intrude,
Or Beltane course the Maypole dancers bring.

Here, hard and soft in equal measure met,
A bower’s rill where lovers seek reside.
A peak enjoyed in gentle rain’s beset,
A creviced hill that proves a pilgrim’s hide.

For soon enough will worldly troubles shake
The sweet foundations sought in love’s entwine,
And worries of the day will passions take,
That once were whole devout of love’s recline.

So, let us make the full of moments found,
To shake the very bones of love’s astound.