His hair is golden-brown, like wheat
His eyes are as green as a grassy field
And loving him is such a feat
As he does not accept the love I wield
He adores his god, I’m sure
As he takes my words precariously
He does not see the allure
Of affairs, even vicariously
Every day, I worship him greatly more
Even though the outcome is quite bleak
Completely unknown to me before
That this feeling would leave me so weak
Road to love, you are frequently pitted!
And often you leave me unrequited
Author notes
Sonnet I wrote for Brit Lit. The love isn't real though.
Written November 10th, 2005
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Nice job Miji, and the topic is well suited for you as well. Havent seen you on in such a long time, stop by and say hello soon okay?
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It is a nice poem but for some reason it reads like you forced certain words in just for the purpose of using them in the poem.Other than that I think you did a wonderful job on the piece. thanks for sharing.
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~Lena~
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