Minding Shakespeare
True love(r) never dies, they say;
pun is more of a fun rhyme to sway.
As for whom this giggling heart
bleeds the most? Know, I always
carry mine with me, ‘til I become pond water;
and hidden not in my eyes, often awake for love,
as they easily show blushes of my thoughts,
ramping over the wall of judgment.
Alone I’ll not be and so is this dearest one;
darkness though life brings...
Among the sonnets, the 15th, my soul.
Too many secrets concealed,
even as I speak, to death a name’s been willed!
Copyright © Ernesto P. Santiago | Year Posted 2008
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