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A Poet's Hope (Sonnet)

Wednesday, March 20, 2013

“In black ink my love may still shine bright.”
William Shakespeare




Those prolonged nights, invincible thus far
Cometh grow’st by the cloven of ‘We’.
Thou being mine and the world purely our(s)
With each trice spent when enamored of thee.

Deliciate thou whisper sweet nothings
Snuggled with glee, bonded, never forgo.
Love inscrib’d as forever engravings
Sorry but to see ye yearn ember blow.

Lurking in shadow, thy return it craves
This canst be verge of mine in thine play.
O Wil Shakespeare, though unparall’d thou staves
But lov’st of mine be impalpable all way.

Divine my love, will bring back salvation
With thy flow, booz’d unto destination.




The Love in Your Heart wasn't put there to stay,
Love isn't Love till You give it Away..