He writes for the vault of heaven,
clouds and rainbows,
He owns those beautiful balladry,
paints words wherever he goes.
In the victory of his love,
he played a sinner
the laughter that provoked it,
he was in love with her
her hair took it far away,
that sublime eve he was in water
he knew she was the one,
in her he found his shelter
Will was in love
in love like never before,
his sonnets could claim her name
for her love shaped him a winner
Shakespeare was in love!
No, not for the first time
but the times he fell in love
were the times his rhymes made him shine.
YOU ARE READING
Ruined By Emotions
PoesíaMesmerizing your words were, Sir, your alluring face, I remember your black jacket, red rose and that slow pace.
