Just a nice sonnet I did up a few days back on very little sleep. It's a love poem. Sort of.
"O love, last night outside your home I stood
Waiting for you to come and meet with me
"I will not hide from love," I said: I wooed
You to come so we could togther be.
O love, that love could enter your bright eyes
And make you see me as I truly am!
Our love 'twill be doomed if the romance dies
And both our families will call it a sham.
Understand I am opening my heart,
And that I wait alone for you outside
Who has been hurt before but shall not part!
Even tho you shook your eyes I shall bide.
O! my Love! with tears unshed my eyes blur
I am not stalking you, my beholder."
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