From 2012.


Yes, every poet needs a Beatrice,
An angel hailed with an iambic kiss,

A spectral love lost in the mists of time,
A face saluted with nostalgic rhyme,

A saintly soul with sweet compassionate eyes
Whom lovestruck sonneteers must canonize,

An icon greeted with a swinging thurible

Of lyric incense and longing incurable.


But how would she, his idol and his muse,

React to all his praises (so profuse)?


She'd think, "Such terrible clichés! Why can't he
Give it a rest? He's certainly no Dante!"

Poetry by Thomas DeFreitas The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2017-07-27 at 04:57

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Excellent and funny, but could it be true? Could my muse sneer at me? I thought that that was what wives were for.

one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
Wonderful rhymes throughout!