Randomly Composed Poem #2 Revised
I guess I was too lazy to make it a full English sonnet before. Though this says more what it was supposed to say, I wish I could've kept the waves-graffiti-temple-Eros part.
SONNET ON AN AWAY MESSAGE
Not in your spite have withered I in heat,
Nor bittered today, nor died in thy hate;
And yet breaks callous new and takes its seat
Where heart's hearth warmed my thoughts so near of late.
My hour with you long lain in death's cold bed,
Since freed to walk our love's past citadel,
I lived learnéd of love kissed once my head
Undoing infidelity's stumble.
But now thee declare, correct my fool's sight,
That sees love once had as havable yet;
My wrong was this thought; so thy words alight,
And my esteem to hate is jailed in debt.
Thy love, soured to hate, sounds a waste of me;
Though fresh in ears, forever my mem'ry.
SONNET ON AN AWAY MESSAGE
Not in your spite have withered I in heat,
Nor bittered today, nor died in thy hate;
And yet breaks callous new and takes its seat
Where heart's hearth warmed my thoughts so near of late.
My hour with you long lain in death's cold bed,
Since freed to walk our love's past citadel,
I lived learnéd of love kissed once my head
Undoing infidelity's stumble.
But now thee declare, correct my fool's sight,
That sees love once had as havable yet;
My wrong was this thought; so thy words alight,
And my esteem to hate is jailed in debt.
Thy love, soured to hate, sounds a waste of me;
Though fresh in ears, forever my mem'ry.