In-between thy waking hours and sweet sleep,
May thee know, I'll always crave thee near.
Like a Shepherd doth crave nearing his sheep
Or like an ardent drinker to his beer.
Despite that our love was but love in vain,
You're like the cat that ate the canary.
But may thee know for I was but a swain,
Thus my love, safe grains in a granary.
In my heart, thee perdurably linger
Despite having thee back is but forlorn,
To no other lady I'll point my finger
But long for thy love, every night and morn.
So, in-between thy sleep and waking hours,
May thee know my love shall never sour!
©Kikodinho Alexandros
17th September 2016
Sep 16, 2016
Sep 16, 2016 at 9:07 PM UTC
In-between thy waking hours and sweet sleep,
May thee know, I'll always crave thee near.
Like a Shepherd doth crave nearing his sheep
Or like an ardent drinker to his beer.
Despite that our love was but love in vain,
You're like the cat that ate the canary.
But may thee know for I was but a swain,
Thus my love, safe grains in a granary.
In my heart, thee perdurably linger
Despite having thee back is but forlorn,
To no other lady I'll point my finger
But long for thy love, every night and morn.
So, in-between thy sleep and waking hours,
May thee know my love shall never sour!
©Kikodinho Alexandros
17th September 2016
#Attempt at a Shakespearean sonnet!!!
#Decasyllabic
Despite for I maintained a rhyme scheme in which each sonnet line comprised of ten syllables, I could hardly escape the rule of stressed and unstressed syllables...may be next time...Lol.
Honestly, I believe he must be up there grinning at me....Lol
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