In the desolate valley of ashes,
Where my morose rotting corpse was once laid,
Along the mortal peril and lashes,
To once cheer was present that now has fade.
I knew him within his darkest secrets,
Gallant bravery and grandiloquence;
Along women's ghastly hearts leaving frets,
Reaping none but wonder for his essence.
I yearn for your powerful connection,
Including shunning all things pernicious.
I only long for your dear affection,
For, I've loved you whilst being cautious.
You might have thought I am a deceiver,
Luring your dear heart to a false lover.
Feb 12, 2015
Feb 12, 2015 at 7:59 AM UTC
In the desolate valley of ashes,
Where my morose rotting corpse was once laid,
Along the mortal peril and lashes,
To once cheer was present that now has fade.
I knew him within his darkest secrets,
Gallant bravery and grandiloquence;
Along women's ghastly hearts leaving frets,
Reaping none but wonder for his essence.
I yearn for your powerful connection,
Including shunning all things pernicious.
I only long for your dear affection,
For, I've loved you whilst being cautious.
You might have thought I am a deceiver,
Luring your dear heart to a false lover.
This is my very first sonnet. Supposedly, sonnets are meant to be written cheerfully with dramatic romantic aura but I can't seem to express myself into something blissful. Hope this one is nice enough. :)
