Girl, could I once more clasp your hand in mine?
Would you let me look again at your eyes
And watch the Sun resting inside you rise?
Feeling your heartbeat again tis fine,
More fine than the dream I had deep last night
Chasing after you, never getting close
Lost in a world where I can’t write you prose
And never anymore tell you goodnight.
I slept this dream years-long and counting,
Hoping on every morning to awake
To dawn of a lovely, lovely daybreak,
Your soft brown eyes come to meet mine, lulling,
While I wrap your hands warmly in my palm.
This time, I won’t let go of you bygone.
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.