#valentinesday2019
And now, ....
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As if twere not enough that for intents
This valentines Dad gave me Starbucks' scale
Of romance: cherry mocha to avail
Where I'd not dreamed of aught, how blue skies fence
These minutes I warm soup with pink for sense
Light golden with an eye late April's hale
Last hours know as I set the table, frail
Sweet gloaming when we should dine, like what hence?
I don't konw. Caught in memries as it were,
Three years ere was it? Febry's cold as due,
And Valentines Day only halfway through,
Yet I feel in my bones that May'd bestir,
Ere violets have a chance to shift in tour
Mats of dead leaves, for what is't that'd um, woo?
14Feb19b
Mar 9, 2019
Mar 9, 2019 at 9:22 PM UTC
Ahem. There truly is no excuse for me.
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O for the silver foil winged cupids, frail
With arrows on the string, and shooting thence
At blood-red hearts! Erst wont to trick out hence
My pages thus, I miss them now! In pale
Excuse, where is the box of hearts t'avail
Our foolish dreams of romance? Ah, fr'intents
How I wish to lay candy hearts out, whence
I'll trade their speeches with you like's sweet bail.
These whitish racks which put the light as twere
Out til day is a fragile thing--I do
Not mind their surly cast. No choclate to
Assuage fond, erm, desires, no. I in poor
'Scuse yearn for childish candies wont to stir
My heart with dreams crashed every year now too.
14Feb19a
Mar 9, 2019
Mar 9, 2019 at 9:20 PM UTC