Post by Shakespeare on Dec 4, 2002 23:07:50 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]Enjoy one of my sonnets[/glow]
O my love, if thou would only dream yet;
A dream yet seen with eyes, I weep alone
Had my blessings in possessions be met
All this the world will know, yet none hath known
All this and Hell that leads behind a dream
A bliss, a very woe, no sooner had
Past reason perjured in a quest extreme
My very woe, a dream so sooner mad
If only dreams expressed the truth of love
Yet mirrored not, I weep so hard I've cracked
Façade, yet through, past eyes I see yet love
Behind thy back I"ll stand, and at best act
For thy sweet love is wonders to my heart,
My very woe, I dream of not such art.
O my love, if thou would only dream yet;
A dream yet seen with eyes, I weep alone
Had my blessings in possessions be met
All this the world will know, yet none hath known
All this and Hell that leads behind a dream
A bliss, a very woe, no sooner had
Past reason perjured in a quest extreme
My very woe, a dream so sooner mad
If only dreams expressed the truth of love
Yet mirrored not, I weep so hard I've cracked
Façade, yet through, past eyes I see yet love
Behind thy back I"ll stand, and at best act
For thy sweet love is wonders to my heart,
My very woe, I dream of not such art.
