Michael Burton Posted July 12, 2017 Share Posted July 12, 2017 This is the third sonnet I've written, but the first I've shared on this site. The hardness of a heart is written clear On ever-pallid cheeks, of hue the same As lifeless, marble men, untouch’d, unsmear’d, By greatest gift and greatest woe, our shame. In gentle reds and softer pinks does love Beloveds color, dabb’d with rosy tints, When beau a belle delights with thoughts thereof, And Eros on her face a kiss imprints. Our plowshares rust, our petals wither down, The spheres occult, the earth in orbit turns, We bore of grins, stares, furrows, winks, and frowns; Worldliness dulls where innocence yet burns. So I prefer my blood would fail to flow, Than quit its dearest charge, that blushing glow. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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