Sonnet for Sheila

Such storms as ships do meet Poseidon's bed,
High tempests as do render branch from tree;
Each battles vainly 'gainst the silken thread
In which a steel-like strength holds tenderly.
Like heaven's deluge sweeping through a town,
A fire as might devour a forest tall;
Behold such forces yield and whither down   
In front of that which seems ethereal.
Against the strain of words through judgement poor,
Hot-tempered thoughts or actions most unsound,
A force remains that holds a bond so sure,
Kept keen despite such turmoil all around.
Undone the strands of love will be never be;
E'er not will strife divert my heart from thee.