So Love has taken siege upon your heart,
Imprisoned you and tossed away the key,
And Cupid, little cherub armed with dart,
Has shot enamored pangs inside of thee.
And yet your cell stays open, never creaks,
And war does not rage on within your breast.
You have no tongue but yet it wags and speaks,
Of unrequited love, the sullen pest.
Facades you paint with your deceitful words
Tell nothing of Love you claim to abhor,
Rather of sport amidst the bees and birds.
Pray tell me, do you think me just a whore?
Contain the woe from which your lips it pours,
Alas, Poor Fool, the blame alone is yours.
Author notes
I wrote this as an extra credit assignment in one of my classes. We had read one of Petrarch's sonnets ( number 134). He directed most of his poetry to a woman named Laura, hence the name. I highly recommend reading his sonnet first or you won't know what I'm referencing. Also, this is written in Shakespearean sonnet form. I haven't written a poem in ages. I wanted to make sure I could still do it.
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Comments
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Amazing and awesome!
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Wow~
Gosh teach me how to write Geesh~
This is Beautiful and I have always had a tricky
time penning Sonnets~
Your words flowed and had to read again~
Bravo!!
You make it look so easy~
Keep that quill dancing
Thank You for sharing Your Talent
Best wishes in all You do
with love & light~ Desire~*~
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