sonnet - ode to messed up love

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Shall I compare thee to a blizzard so
in its glory uncaring for their ways
or perhaps the rains of April that show
that you are beautiful as summer days

Are your eyes not constellations that shine
prickled with tears when you are most afraid
a smile crafted of Romanesque design
making me wish forever that you stayed

And yet you plague me when I close my eyes
Whispering sweet but taunting lullabies.

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