Lin Lane Poet Sonnet

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Pain of Ardor's Woes

A cup to slake the parch of thirsty lips
Spilled from heart to goblet, with love twas filled
Words penned from the nib of inked fingertips
Bouquet of wine breathed before being swilled

Seductive the taste, fervid the senses
In pursuit of desire's indulgent throes
Breaching love's barriers, hurdling fences
Therein lies proof and pain of ardor's woes

Elation lasts 'til sparks turn to ashes
Afterglow fades and impassioned flames die
Welling to surface, tears moist'ning lashes
Parting's ne'er sweet with whispers of 'goodbye'

Juliet once smiled from her balcony
Doomed in Shakespeare's romantic tragedy

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Regina Mcintosh May 13, 2023 at 4:10 AM Wonderful write. God bless you always. Love, Gina Lin Lane May 13, 2023 at 4:29 AM Morning, and thank you, Gina.

Paul Willason May 12, 2023 at 8:02 PM The words fizz with passion....your skill on full display Lin, what a joy to read. The words just flow beautifully and obviously were at your command in this poem....delicious. Lin Lane May 13, 2023 at 4:29 AM I'm always delighted to read your comments as well as your poetry. Thanks ever so much, Paul.

Joseph May May 12, 2023 at 4:38 PM You did justice to that Shakespearean story with this well written Sonnet Lin, I enjoyed the read Lin Lane May 12, 2023 at 4:44 PM Thank you ever so much for your plaudits, Joseph. I value your thoughts.

Janice Canerdy May 12, 2023 at 2:54 PM Your vividly descriptive sonnet well expresses the joy, pain, and power of love, Lin. Janice Lin Lane May 12, 2023 at 4:04 PM Thanks so much, Janice. It's been some time since we've commented on each other's poetry.

Kim Rodrigues May 12, 2023 at 1:07 PM I saw the pic and let out a sigh followed up by your lovely sonnet! Slake, nib of inked fingertips, swilled, seductive, and tis Juliet! Love! Lin Lane May 12, 2023 at 1:15 PM Hi Kim. I see you have the same kind of thoughts I do when matters of the heart are involved. Thank you for letting me know what touched you.

Daniel Turner May 12, 2023 at 12:55 PM Love is love until it aint. However, you make it sound more romantic. Passionately penned, Lin:) Lin Lane May 12, 2023 at 1:09 PM It was passionate until it wasn’t. Shakespeare created lovers who lived happily ever after and some who were destined for a fate much worse. He/she who holds the pen….thanks very much, Danny.

Mystic Rose Rose May 12, 2023 at 9:04 AM love can be so tormenting, but oh so sweet, lovely poem dear friend, :) Lin Lane May 12, 2023 at 9:37 AM And to each end of the scale. Thanks ever so much for the read and comments, Vie.

Victor Buhagiar May 12, 2023 at 8:12 AM I love wine in moderation. The swirling of the wine brings out its bouquet. Lin Lane May 12, 2023 at 9:36 AM Allowing a much fuller appreciation of the contents of each bottle. Thank you, Victor.