Mine mind hath stirred and scribed so deep a well
the literate form within the heart;
Tis not a fabulous story to tell,
in what one could only see as fine art.
For were I a poet to match her skill,
one would have to declare a pack of lies;
For which mine own thoughts do so remain still,
that hath her charms seen with these loving eyes.
See that which in verse for verse I have done;
When mine eyes hath but drawn the shape of thee,
windows to a clear sky, where shines the sun,
poetry, love that burns freely to see;
Yet seek not absolute truth from this art;
All things rest on the contents of the heart.
Author notes
Ode to an excellent A.P. friend.
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Darling, no rhyme for this one
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Oh, very nice!! I love the words penned here. A lovely tribute and sonnet
That ending couplet is great!!
K
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Oh wow! You just made my day! This is so wonderful and a tribute to me! I’m going to put this right into my treasure room. Thank you so much.
Love,
Amera♥
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You are worthy of every word in this most humble of little sonnets.
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What a ode to a very
sweet and talented poetess cuz
Well deserving!!
What a lovley write you have penned
Thanks for the share
Darky
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Hi Darky,
Hope all is well with you these days and life can only get better as each and every day brings us closer to the moment when nothing is lies, nothing is hidden and all truths are revealed unto us as undeserving as we may well be.
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