It is with trepidation that I post a sonnet of my own. It is Friday and I guess we can dress down.
I just heard a reading of a Shakespeare sonnet (116) by two college girls that they put to their own piano music. The music was innocently sweet and this just got into me as long as the music played. So I typed it out and here I'll move on.
Life's your fate's finger being burned by flames.
Life is reading a sonnet that crushes
Your heart of all life that's never the same
Again when you've kissed and caused her blushes
That rush throughout all your crazy love songs
You saved for her though you never met yet.
And the guitar strings break when your heart longs
To bring her to linger like you first met.
The harmony screams louder now, sweet pain --
Dreaming doesn't assuage the intensity
Of knowing you'll never see her again
Because you once lost love's faith's density.
There's no room in the heart at all for doubt --
Think about what love's really all about.
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