"A Fortnight of Valentines"---my latest (crazy)whimsy....a collection of sappy sonnet (attempts), fraught with redundancy, and so hastily executed and crafted by imaginative fancy as to hopefully not be too repulsive to the reader. And yes, fairly UNedited, presently.
Day seven
(sonnet attempt # XXXV)
XXXV
The fire called "love," that meeting in our eyes
And titillating fancy, happ'ly burns,
(Consuming thereby what we each once were)
Intriguing in its origin, defies
Explanation. The answer gratifies
Our vanity, when seeking, it discerns
We each fit for the other must concur.
Decided thus, extinction e'er denies.
Or does it? If 'tis love, it does, I'd say.
Love never ceases. Let ours burn and grow,
Surpassing all we ever dreamed; enshrine
You in my heart fore'er....'tis done now, yea;
Love's fire consumed you and me, changed us both:
And for that you call me mine, Valentine!
27Jan11