Sonnet 1

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by Narliya

by Narliya

The sun and moon like my heart they are bound,

To watch over and orbit you my love,

But instead of the heavens I'm on ground,

Entranced by the way you move free my dove,

All the violets that run through your veins,

Are blue without my carbon sacrifice,

All the bright roses that come from your pain,

I shall mend until rest in afterlife,

You don't have to try to be anything,

Nor change your mind or heart for me my love,

I would have given you my everything,

The love you feed I'm unworthy of,

But if we fight or are in a temper,

The thorns will deepen into my burnt skin,

Don't make it up to me, daren't whisper,

The planets and stars will forgive your sins,

You already have won my heart my love,

You don't need to win it again my dove.