"Echo Chamber" a sonnet of love

In my heart there is a chamber,
It echoes with your name.

Resonant memories of love,
Cold ashes that remain.

Hindsight, like viewing a tunnel;
Burning fire at the end.

And resounding down all its length;
My fervent cries of pain.

I recall our cries of passion,
Enthralled with lust we’d lie.

Still, in the end I rise up loved,
Voice uttering a sigh.

I have my memories of you,
You will always be nigh.
~

“Echo Chamber"
^{a sonnet}
by
Jerry E Smith
©4/28/17

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