Sonnet LXXIII

Who is it that speaks truth? Where ancients lay, In tombs unwritten in the scars of hate Oh child, thine youth revoked, would ne’er play; Where tears froze to a crystal clear deathrate. Where life destruction found, this verse must speak, That to this gloomed hist’ry, lend vital pen When evil cloaked in number slew […]

Sonnet LXXII

A summer’s day at seventeen did play, And thereon mine destiny t’was written Thou found me in mine own sunshine display; That reticence ‘neath mine brow t’was smitten. A prince and a pauper, the same did find; For royalty veiled tis poverty’s gain Ambivalence sweetens that Spring resigned; And mine heart thine captive, new love […]

Sonnet LXXI

I grant thou wert of mine fond affection. Darling on the vine blushing in thy form To hold thee closer t’was my infection, And thine fragrant blossom a thunderstorm. Suddenly, completely, all instinct gone, Finding no way out, all safety forsake In thine perfection thou wert queen of swan; Such intoxicating beauty mine ache. If […]