Sonnet 1

Two years have gone since last I saw your face
And three since your father sadly passed away;
The time has come to tell you your kindly grace,
Like his, has touched my Soul until this day.
And now that you’re an adult, not a teen –
Though even then you seemed so worldly wise –
It’s surely right to lift the prudent screen:
This love for you I need no more disguise.
Indeed I have adopted the name Bloom,
To celebrate my resurrected life –
Which started when I grasped the heart’s a womb
And sympathy’s a sheath for wit’s sharp knife.
++So, generous Milly, if you feel the same,
++Please join me in Genève and feed the flame.


19 March 2019