With immense thanks to Thomas for helping me fix the rhythm of this Shakespearean sonnet.
I’ll make you live forever in fourteen lines.
Well, thirteen now. And after this, even
A dozen would do to address your whines
And give your heart something to believe in.
In eight lines or so, I’ll praise you as if
You’re a living goddess, treading the Earth
With every step and stride. I’ll make you sniff
A rose, lauding your beauty, its very worth—
Surpassing certainly the fragile flower,
So lovely, so incomparably rare.
The once-brave longings of my heart shall cower
In front of your eyes’ otherworldly glare.
All at once, I’ll make a poetic turn,
And let your jealous lovers rage and burn!
Sonnet by Bibek
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Written on 2018-10-25 at 17:44
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