Sonnet 116 To a Special Friend

Alas, sweet youth near half my age in years
how oft I want but dare not sing your praise
beyond what words bring sad and joyful tears
to eyes that see through mine, reflective gaze.

I watched you grow through perfect sonnet form
to flow through verses free from all restraint
while plying playful figures, writing norm
with words with music's color sing and paint.

Sweet Muse, so long as you do not despair,
there always reaches out this helping voice
mine old and rough, yours delicate and fair,
yet both with words of loving verse rejoice.

Though oft I read your words and silent sigh
with dreams you meant to start with: You and I. . .





Poetry by NotaDeadPoet
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Written on 2007-03-15 at 02:24

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gorgeous lamenting Sonnet on love of a special friend NADP, I hope she reads it, an honor indeed from a very talented poet, smiling at you, Tai
2007-03-15


Janine>K
you sang and painted this word very beautifully, no one will be able to resist it...well done..

Keep well
2007-03-15