Fatal Pollination - Neography.deviantart.com
I believe the art of the Sonnet to be rather addictive and challenging in terms of writing (almost like the literary sudoku), I'm starting to see why Shakespeare loved the Iambic Pentameter, its easy to just write any free unstructured poem but to write a 'GOOD' Sonnet and in a constant meter is a rather daunting task and hopefully I might eventually get one down, a good one is what I mean.
Speechless, my words describe; gorgeous you are:
Thy smile, thine eyes and all of thy beauty
and such are the wonders you do to me,
Like a city or sunset seen from far
I find you breathtaking like a shining star
Or ten thousand years of stolen booty
Loving you is my unconscious duty
But in time I see what you really are.
Those captivating eyes that draw me in
Like a love sick bee to the fatal flower
And thy lucious looks envoking my sin
You leading me to this my final hour.
This here mine own end, Mine own grave, now dug
For you my lady, are that deadly drug.
Speechless, my words describe; gorgeous you are:
Thy smile, thine eyes and all of thy beauty
and such are the wonders you do to me,
Like a city or sunset seen from far
I find you breathtaking like a shining star
Or ten thousand years of stolen booty
Loving you is my unconscious duty
But in time I see what you really are.
Those captivating eyes that draw me in
Like a love sick bee to the fatal flower
And thy lucious looks envoking my sin
You leading me to this my final hour.
This here mine own end, Mine own grave, now dug
For you my lady, are that deadly drug.
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