You've kept me astounded by what I see,
Protruding a spirit into my heart
Like fingers wrapped there tightly around me
So that a piece of it would n'er depart.
A gentle hold of your palms from a spring
To wash in me with a mountain water,
Caressed by your hands until I am clean.
Standing upright again in the river,
From what I have feared before, nothing now.
Looking across into your solemn eyes
Spoken in silence tonight of your vow,
Shed then onto me that the blue sky cries.
Your reflection fades into the ripples,
But I'll carry your love inside of me.
YOU ARE READING
Sonnets
PoetryThese are some sonnets that I've written. Some are English (Shakespearean Sonnets), some are Italian Sonnets, and some are modified. They all have 14 lines, ten syllables in each line and hopefully a near iambic pentameter.
