Fair maiden, yours are eyes which hold a look Forgotten by the charred and battered beast Which held your heart before and then forsook The life he once had known--abruptly ceased. Yours were eyes and skin and hair of love Softening his heart of stone, increased Your gentleness until it
This Case I'll Take Only For You, Said The Curling Pipe Smoke With Eyes. postscript Word Sonnet for [link] 's February Sonnet Challenge, day two.
This grey, which blankets earth like fallen snow Now covers hearts the length of winter's sting It poisons thought, depresses pauper, king, And takes the spirit, crushed and bent, below. Slowing breath and keeping things that grow Confined within itself, it stifles Spring— It stays the heart and
Said God, despite perfection found in Three:"Let there be another in this place,And let him reflect glory back to me." "Tis naught but a reflection of my face;Mankind shall rule a garden, bear a name.So let there be another in this place."
My heart belonged to you ere I was born. I knew it not—you were my thoughts at times When suddenly todays seemed more forlorn, And you, my future love, indwelled my rhymes. And now all womanhood in me belongs, And always will, to all the man in you. You