Wednesday, August 13, 2008

untitled love sonnet

It's sweet and fine to sit beneath a tree
Tangling eyes and hearts beneath the flesh
Where romance is but doesn't try to be
When every deep breath feels so pure and fresh

Such love could only strike a man by luck
To dive headfirst into a soul so deep
To fight to keep his eyes from getting stuck
As soft lips and hips through his mind do creep

It's the light of the world that you give to me
With windswept features to burn my memory
And selfless courage that sets my worries free
If only you could be my one, my every

Your eyes, your nose, your ears, your hair
Have left my heart beyond repair

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