Amélie’s Reviews > 100 Love Sonnets > Status Update

Because of this, Love, tie me to a purer motion, to the consistency that beats in your chest with the wings of a swan underwater.

Soneto 33
“Love, we're going home now…
Our nomadic kisses wandered over all the world…

And now, dearest, we return, across the crackling sea like two blind birds to their wall, to their nest in a distant spring:
because love cannot always fly without resting, our lives return to the wall, to the rocks of the sea: our kisses head back home where they belong.”