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Sonnet IX

A picturesque and tranquil wooded glade

The perfect vision for a morning walk

As tiny chanting birds about me flock

Through gentle sway of trees the sunbeams fade

Sweet moments that I would not ever trade

In quiet contemplation without talk

I sit atop a cool, moss creviced rock

While circumstances in my head replay

 

I’m hoping thee will give me half a chance

To touch thy gentle heart with sweet amour

Explore the splendor of a true romance

Because thou art the one that I adore

Please open up thy soul for just one dance

And I’ll be at thy side forevermore

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michele-cameron-drew
American
Published
Nov 15, 2010
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