(no subject)
Possibly one of my most sloppy sonnets ever written:
The mem’ry of your face divine sets light
Within the darkest corners of my mind.
Such thoughts do send my sadness into flight
And leave the simple joys of life behind.
How dearly do I wish that I could see
Those bright blue eyes with stolen hue of ice,
Those curly tresses, perfect as they be,
And palest skin with value passing price.
Yet waiting I must still remain content
Until the shining days of August come,
For then my longing heart will cease to rent
The cavity inside my chest gone numb.
And so, until we meet that fateful day,
I pray that time shan't keep you long away.