I would I could have been your schoolchild friend
And shared with you our secret schoolchild talk.
We'd let our arms or fingers gently blend
As innocent, howmewards, talking we would walk.
Sometimes, perhaps, when parting we'd embrace,
Not with desire, but just a schoolfriends do;
And I would feel your softness next my face
And you'd be true to me and me to you.
Sadly, I know that this is just a dream
Engendered as a paltry substitute
For such sharp longings that, as things now seem,
May play in verse but elsewise must be mute.
For children we are not, and now our touch
Would light a fire for which I yearn so much.
How's this for an attempt at a sonnet?
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So many of us wish we had known a certain person earlier.. u have brilliantly put it into words and made a nice neat poem here. Thanks for the presentation.
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