Another sonnet for English class. English style.
All My Love
How long do you expect me to wait here?
When bright summer is nearly at its end,
I wait in silence, always standing near.
And to you, still, all my love I do send.
The golden leaves begin to fall nearby.
The crisp autumn comes swiftly with the wind.
And here I still stand with my love lifted high.
So strong and real, a love that does not bend.
The first fall of the snow comes clear as a nickel.
The cold basting wind cannot move my stone feet.
Standing here, still loving you, I feel fickle.
But love brings me hope in place of heat.
Oh, will you love me? Where did I go wrong?
No matter how long, I will wait, my love strong.
Stained Eyes · Wed Mar 14, 2007 @ 01:00am · 0 Comments |