your might is like a river your unfailing power flows readied arrows in the quiver but it’s mercy you bestow you don’t relish in the flesh rather it’s delighting in the heart for my life in turn be blessed is the reason you take part your love is what admires my humbly surrendered name what your soul desires is your compassion made my fame and it’s your conceit you abdicate to transpose my wayward state
d.c.
I really wish to get better at sonnets. This year my resolution is to write a poem every single day, I’ve been following this well. I plan for the month of February to write sonnets to try and get better.