Yesterday from the tinge of peppermint
Felt tasteful un my tongue durn' warm ev'ning,
Again my heart fell again in grieving.
The cup of tea reminded me of you.
In dismay I put it down gingerly,
As not to drop it when my heart has broke
Thinking about that email I once wrote.
Then more and more now I remember you.
The last of May to the wake of of July,
An early summer filled by dancing joy
Begun a time when my heart had been coy
And leaving part when I'm no longer shy.
'Tis something I could only dream of then,
But I never stopped to ask what is love.
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Sonnets
PoesíaThese 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.
