Did I ever truly love you?
If love is unconditional
and love so laces other's shoe,
for love's no clerk for setting bail...
Yet when bound up in survival,
when both parties have hearts that break,
ah, lost deep beyond retrieval
to each other, though sun shall wake...
For wake and cross-wake complicate,
and time's a great braggart divide,
cossets egos, jollying fate -
until the last trump they might bide...
So loving, you I'd have let go
but, then, I would have held you so.
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It's a Shakespearean sonnet, but not, since finessed with eight syllables a line not ten (four feet, not five).
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The Singing Season
PoetryThe Singing Season. That's the spring-time. You'll also like other MajorSeventh poetry collections - and there are so many to choose from.
