A Spenserian sonnet---similar to Elizabethan, but with the following rhyme scheme: abab-bcbc-cdcd-ee

*Notice the rhyme scheme: "then/again" does not rhyme with "pain/twain"; I'm using the common pronunciation of "again", not the poetic one! =)


Hearts quicken, then they sicken, then they fail

Hearts quicken, then they sicken, then they fail
when those who think to love cannot stay true:
They try to beat in time, to no avail
and soon there will be one where there were two.
And how does one recover when it's through---
when love has peaked and takes its final bow?
So mourns my spirit, as I think of you:
My heart I cannot fix; I know not how
to heal the hole left by your absence now.
And what of you? Do not you feel the pain
of losing love our hearts could not allow?
Have you no grief now we no more are twain?
If all love fails as what we once had, then
I wish that I might never love again.



Sonnet by Sun.Moon.Stars.Rain
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Written on 2008-11-14 at 04:10

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Phyllis J. Rhodes
A very interesting construction I've never seen before. It carries a touching story well told.
2008-11-17


Kat
wow this is beautifully written and so true. I thought i was the only one scarred by the wounds of love
2008-11-14


Less Than I Ought
This is really sad
though it kinda reminds me of Grey's
good SONNET
2008-11-14