On this reunion stage, his heart declares,
A long desire, a wish that never wanes.
For this fair lady shines like luminaires,
He'll learn the Bard's poem in sweet refrains.
To know her soul, he'd sift through Shakespeare's art,
Through sonnet's scope, his love he would proclaim.
Memorize 116, a work of heart,
Each turn of phrase increases passions flame.
"Oh me, oh my. Bid me to thee, my rose.
Receive my words, tis all I have to writ.
To warm thine heart which pain had prior froze."
To tell her such beneath a sky moonlit.
In recall, love unfurls delightful charms.
That knowing look, a dance within her arms.
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Author:
JD Boye (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 27th, 2024 13:54
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Comments1
difficult technique with original insert of Shakespeare..good write…
Thank you for the kind words. Very encouraging
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