L Milton Hankins Poet Italian Sonnet

My Love Is Not a Blinding Blizzard

My love is not a blinding blizzard, after all,
Descending quickly, sweeping you off your feet,
As though we were forever predestined to meet,
Then hurriedly moving on to another’s faint call.
My love comes slowly, more like a snail’s crawl
Slowly building momentum each time we embrace
Every time I touch your hand or see your face,
For I am one who follows old-fashioned protocol.

Do not think I’ll be the common suitor you’ve had
Who came on strong and quickly turned your head
But then behaved like a suave, but merciless, cad
Thinking only of enticing you into his lustful bed
I am listening while you tell of past amours, so sad,
But, I have found you, my love, and my heart is glad.

written February 4, 2022

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Caren Krutsinger February 7, 2022 at 11:21 AM The ending line is "But, I have found you, my love, and my heart is glad" the epitome of happily ever after Hank! L Milton Hankins February 7, 2022 at 12:02 PM Yep, when I'm not writing for a contest, I can do a fair job because I just let my Muse run free. Trixie would love it.

Shirley Hawkins February 5, 2022 at 10:05 PM Anything worthwhile takes time. I like old fashioned protocol too. Lovely sonnet. thank you Milt. L Milton Hankins February 6, 2022 at 8:23 AM Thank you, Shirley, for your kind and considerate comment.

Michelle Faulkner February 4, 2022 at 8:07 PM I like how you describe love like 'a snail's crawl' - not blinding but slowly building over time to something sturdy and secure, that is what I have with my own special someone~ L Milton Hankins February 4, 2022 at 9:54 PM I'm so happy for you, Michelle. Thanks for your visit and your comment.

Bill Baker February 4, 2022 at 2:26 PM Love this sonnet, Milt. A beautiful expression of the way lasting love usually begins. Rhyming was exceptional. A poet friend, Bill L Milton Hankins February 4, 2022 at 3:01 PM Thanks so much, Bill, because you write sonnets so well. I manage one now and then. I do like the format for the Italian Sonnet.