True Love Waits - Two Sonnets

Sonnet #1 A cloying scent this unrequited love sad saccharine denial of its roots harsh coo – the chortle of a fleeing dove escaping from the nest of passion’s truths. The fetid feel of limply touching hand upon the fevered brow of stricken foe erasing lovers footprints from the sand believing that all tides must come and go. Thus did the fever break, and I awake alone upon the cold and sweat stained sheets believing that all love is naught but fake a masquerade of liar’s texts and tweets. Has passion but succumbed to passion’s heat or must all passions suffer such defeat? 11/5/2016 lines 3,4 and 13 have 10 syllables by my count and 11 syllables by howmanysyllables.com count Sonnet #2 And yet the heart of passion stilled will beat upon the very walls that bid it flee steadfastly stand and rally in retreat a love that waits where passion went to sea Lone footprints sadly circling tideless pools scanning the silent surf for distant flame passion in lustful search for passions fools must meet a passion’s passion with the same For pain is but the touchstone of this ruse sweet proof that what was held was passion pure dark pain that animates the passions muse to bite the bloodied lip that must endure. So does the sunrise climb to heat of day while sunset in its cooling slips away. 11/6/2016 line 8 counted as 11 syllables by howmanysyllables counted as 10 by me //howmanysyllable seems to think that every apostrophe (‘s) adds a syllable//