Reverie - Petrachan Sonnet
Trochee Octosyllable:
Those past days and times with you are
stayed forever new in my thought..
I again relive things I ought
never yea forget or make mar,
Prizes I esteemed then by far
seem as nothing wastes which I bought.
Baubles, no more I think, soul sought,
like a wandering mislaid star.
I now see your face again, love.
Smiles and golden light brown tresses,
being gentle like small wee dove.
You among all my heart blesses
Given me from heaven thereof
I enjoyed great your caresses.
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