I have been implored that I should forget
Rubies, roses, and my reticent,
But how I should, not growing in resent
Partake from me the torment I've beset?
For whether I've thus chosen strife or not,
I'm afflicted to recall till I sleep
How you'd keep your hair tied into a knot
And then let it come undone in a sweep.
Strands falling down to cover up your face
With your eyes still peering through into mine
While you'd take me deep inside your embrace,
Then leaning back onto the bed supine.
I've done everything I can to let go,
But somehow I'm stuck in love with you.
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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.