Lin Lane Poet Sonnet

Unintended

Unintended

So often the simplest expression
     provokes the deepest thought.
Sometimes without intention
     love claims a place in our heart.

And as the rising of the tide,
     washes the sea upon the sand,
wiped away are tears cried
     by the touch of a gentle hand.

The most innocent of words
     will stoke flames of desire.
Sometimes a desolate heart
     is rekindled with raging fire.


Unintended, though his motives may be,
He passionately touches every part of me.

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Maurice Rigoler October 29, 2015 at 9:02 AM This is a lovely poem and cleanly written, though not a sonnet in strict definition. So what, I say, it's the though that counts. Thanks again for stopping by and the compliment. Keep writing. / M Lin Lane October 29, 2015 at 9:18 AM Thank you, Maurice. I'll brush up on Sonnets 101. ;)

Casarah Nance October 27, 2015 at 7:02 PM I love it! Thank you for your kind visit to my mailbox this morning, I don't get as much time to read lately as I would like, but I am sure pleased to have read this one, it is beautiful and I look forward to your entry in my latest contest :) hugs Lin Lane October 28, 2015 at 1:34 AM What nice compliments, Casarah. Thank you for reading this one.

Tim Smith October 27, 2015 at 5:19 PM Ideally we all hope the desolate heart is rekindled...lovely Lin Lin Lane October 27, 2015 at 5:25 PM I agree Tim. I can't imagine a pain more sorrowful than a hopeless heart, withering from lost love. I appreciate your reading this one. ~ Lin ~ Lin Lane October 27, 2015 at 5:22 PM