Quantum of Solace
Author: Gina Jones
Filed in: love, rhyme, solaceDesirous of your favoured countenance
From hapless state I speak you fair,
To entreat you then, to my heart’s circumstance
Of love and hope and not despair.
Love so great, that heaven cannot hold
It’s immeasurable quantity and worth,
This hope of hope that makes bold
What is concealed yet yearns for rebirth.
Lord of my heart, my faith, my love
Find me worthy of your gracious respect,
That merit be granted mercifully thereof
To your sad, sweet slave and obedient subject.
For then my quantum of solace will forever endure
As I prove that my love for you is steadfast and pure.
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