Johnny Sumler Poet Sonnet

Sonnet 19

Cupid, why hast thou cursed me with thy bow?
Enchanting my desires and compliments
Unto a woman who seems not to show
The same affections of my hearts contents

Of vibrant colors I pick each a flower
Laying them by her doorsteps where I daze
I dream of her awake at sunlight hour
Kissing her image that my mind displays

Yet I am like the rain above her head
The way she runs away from showered gifts
I never knew inside my heart could shred
Heartbroken by her distant love that drifts

Only if thy arrow and bow had missed
My fate and love for her would not exist

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Emma Mantle July 25, 2011 at 11:19 AM Simply Beautiful. I have to admit to a degree of jealousy towards your skill with sonnets!! Great work as always, best wishes Em :)

Elizabeth Wesley July 23, 2011 at 11:35 PM Hello Shakespeare, You do it so well. Just love the rhyme and flow of your wwords.