From the Overlook

a Spanish sonnet Passion thrives on forgiveness, oh my sweet. Your scorn will reason well to wonder why I attempt a smile even though your eyes refuse to cherish blooms laid at your feet. We need to take stock of trust when we meet; weeds of abomination poke and pry. From the overlook, my soul heaves a sigh, you uproot our relationship with deceit. Your lie lacked confirmation from the start - why you would mock or kid, I do not know. Struggle rose within this admiring heart; impatience flames and yet I rise with hoe of love to root out what your two lips thwart. Each day, sees me at work melting your snow. I think patience works well to promote passion in love relationships. Notice the words in italics in the second stanza, flowers bloom there.