Love -sonnet-
6 March, 2006
Author: Mark Spencer
What is this force, within my heart, that stirs;
Seething with power that can move the stars?
Though I seek to resist, still it endures;
Its strength renewed by endless reservoirs.
For God, in His ceaseless wisdom and grace,
Hath crafted perfection into His art.
I have looked upon love’s glorious face,
And she, in return, hath captured my heart.
Yet I fear that, which I cannot control,
For such radiance can drive a man blind.
Hers is a power which enslaves the soul,
Whilst her fragrance can befuddle the mind.
Like feathers adrift in the sky above,
We are swept away on the wings of love.
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| Megan (68.124.18.221) -- Saturday, March 11 2006, 03:37 am That was really beautiful! |
| MC (205.188.117.65) -- Sunday, March 12 2006, 11:32 pm Lovely. Your poetry is simply beautiful. |
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