Post by Absinthe on Oct 23, 2008 13:34:42 GMT -6
Written for my Early British Literature class. We were studying sonnets and had to write one of our own. I had the same assignment last semester for Shakespeare, which isn't surprising since this class is taught by the same professor.
Cupid’s arrow has never truly pierced this heart,
Nor have imaginings of four letter feelings
Broken barriers fortified with age.
I’ve no love like a summer’s day,
With eyes like deepest oceans.
No desperate longing conducts the rhythm of my heart
Nor do my lungs fill with the breath of another.
The clock will not slow for me, allowing time to still.
Nor have eternities been lived in warm embrace.
There has never been a meeting of souls
With the gentle press of lover’s lips
No precious dart has flown my way,
Nor has that cherub bothered raising his bow to aim
Against these damned defenses that keep me sane.
Cupid’s arrow has never truly pierced this heart,
Nor have imaginings of four letter feelings
Broken barriers fortified with age.
I’ve no love like a summer’s day,
With eyes like deepest oceans.
No desperate longing conducts the rhythm of my heart
Nor do my lungs fill with the breath of another.
The clock will not slow for me, allowing time to still.
Nor have eternities been lived in warm embrace.
There has never been a meeting of souls
With the gentle press of lover’s lips
No precious dart has flown my way,
Nor has that cherub bothered raising his bow to aim
Against these damned defenses that keep me sane.