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Old 07-02-2017, 12:45 PM
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Default Three Sonnets

A Sonnet in it's English guise is a specific form. At it's most basic it consists of 14 lines rhyming ABAB CDCD EFEF GG, with each line having 10 syllables. The last couplet traditionally is a twist and the first stanza sets the scene. There are other complications.
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Sonnet 1

Can love’s quest ever be an unjust cause,
to seek fate matched heart with yours to join,
is it not our right under nature’s laws,
to yearn for more than earthly gold or coin.
For blessed are those that such sweetness taste
that by fortune or deed their soulmate meet.
When our paths are crossed we must make haste,
seize chanced gift to make two lives complete.
Pity those who to love’s soft touch are blind,
and have no desire to fill that cold space.
Feel sadness that some, true love never find
never once feel a lover’s eyes on their face.
To live life in love is to live in light
and never to know the dark endless night.


Sonnet 2 v2

As the night’s falling drape of velvet dusk
forewarns that a drowsy stillness is nigh
and the soft butter glow of moonlight brusque
lays a gentle comfort along her thigh,
steal I a silk whisper kiss on pale skin.
And on my lips taste I such honeyed scent
I pray these hours to forever begin,
for the yearning to touch is never spent.
What beating heart could such beauty resist,
a love that from a single glance was born,
or that will cause adoring sight to mist
from knowing heartbreak will arrive at dawn.
For to her, of my love I should not say,
so must unworthy heart be gone by day.


Sonnet 3

With time intent on his forever dance,
deftly stole I from him by slightest hand,
in a fleeting pause of conceded chance
moments of a beauty both rare and grand.
I saw a single ray of purest light
pierce a crystal glass droplet as it fell,
and become a lonely tear lost at night,
a vestige of false love’s now broken spell.
I watched the sharp life bloom of Springtime
and heard I a thousand strange voices sing,
many unknown songs with a single rhyme
and the rhythmic beat of a Blackbird’s wing.
Yet poisoned is the chalice I did steal,
for hidden is knowing what is now real.
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