APRIL TWENTY SEVEN
One of the NaPoWriMo prompts was to write a poem using the end line rhymes of a Shakespeare sonnet. I have done a few of these over the years and had a go at his sonnet 148 today, I hope I haven't made too much of a mess of it.
Here's mine:
SECRET LOVE
I seek your heart and pray that I will find.
My turtle dove, although I may be blind.
Who knows the thoughts that rattle in my head,
O what a night that was O what a sight!
After the first fight everybody fled,
Does no one want to put the world aright?
On you alone my sweet, my eyes do dote,
Who in this world can say that isn't so?
Apart from my love, nothing can denote
Your smile that only I can see, Oh no.
But why O why should only I be true,
Is secret love destined to end in tears?
Not if I have my way, this is my view;
No one can say until the dark sky clears.
My turtle dove, although I may be blind.
I seek your heart and pray that I will find.
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