A barren, broken victim of romance Lay festering in unrepentant gloom. In agony he danced the devil's dance Confined within his self constructed tomb. And yet this tomb that held him so secure Was opened by what seemed an angel fair. A closer look at motives less than pure revealed their tarnished, self absorbing airs. 'Twas only then that fate did intervene, For there she was in splendor ever grand. His quest for love and hope for life serene, Then ended when he took her by the hand.
She showed him all that love was meant to be And taught him how to love unselfishly.
She showed him all that love was meant to be And taught him how to love unselfishly ----------
perfect!!!! me thinks you do have that sonnet machine poet D asks about....its your poets pen. thank you for your kind reply to my "blinded" poem. Im behind on all my posts..playing catch up today...glad I didnt miss this one. jm
There are places inside our souls ... that have never been touched. There are places inside our hearts ... that need to be loved this much. ~Janet Marie~
"What the caterpillar calls the end ... The world calls a butterfly" ~Lao Tze Tao~ ~Butterflies are meant to be free~
I have been following your work for some time now, and I must tell you that this ranks amongst your best. Although I have enjoyed all of your poems, your sonnets always affect me on the deepest level. They exhibit a depth, an intimacy that is rare indeed. Sonnet-writing is an art form, and it is obvious that you have mastered it. I look forward with anticipation to reading further beauties.