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I hear a soft discord
A thrumming, humming noise
Could this be some reward?
If so, I should rejoice!
I've waited long enough,
My heart must learn this beat
And now it's obvious
No feeling can compete.

This poem lacks allure
I know that it is true
But you, I so adore
And now I will break through.
Do you agree with me?
I guess that we shall see.
This was the first sonnet I ever wrote, for a poetry class.  I realized in the second line that I hated it, and I don't do well with guidelines.  I finished it, basically making fun of myself throughout.  Ironically, my professor was impressed.
Under your touch
    
     I am transformed from nothing

To me.
Only in your arms
Do I sleep with utmost peace.
Only to your face
Do I awake with a smile.

Sweetly kiss, and say goodnight.
Sit beneath the weeping willow,
Let its tears caress your face
Observe the weathered bark
Its gnarled, reaching limbs
As its cascades and waterfalls overcome you
I am your weeping willow,
You are my healing touch,
My sun.
Your eyes are autumn

          The dance of the leaves falling

Whispering secrets
Autumn has opened the doors
To touch us with her chilled breath
Scattering bloodstained leaves
In a crimson path ahead of us
I climb from your lap
To follow the trail
While you convoy closely behind
Our skin, warmed from the
Summer's sun
Shivers slightly under
Autumn's sigh
And under the somehow darker sky,
Shadows are profound
You take my hand with care,
As comfort to us both
And we walk in unison
Among the shedding trees
Traveling a path of red, to nowhere
Getting lost, in the changing
Of the season.
There is nothing bitter about your lips
Brushing gently over my dark scars
Healing all the pain I have endured
And if this was our last night,
I would have no regrets
Since every day that you are mine
And I am yours
I am already in heaven.
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