Love Sonnet 224

It’s Spring! How true that love like buds could bloom?
This heart yearns for some tenderness and care
So much to hope such magic can resume,
There’s none to pose a greater risk to bear;

Will now Persephone remember me,
Arouse what’s dormant, in abeyance since
That time this feeling was believed to be,
Against your coming so devoid of hints?
Or Spring would seem to have not come at all,
If none to show for its arrival fete,
If it would leave my heart the same as Fall,
My mirth without its fill, still incomplete;
. . . . But joy it is to wait, just to aspire,
. . . . If odds deny the favor to acquire.

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♪ ♫ Well, I guess, it could be said that if my knowledge and wisdom were converted to wealth, I may humbly say, in all honesty, that I am not a millionaire. But if out of my two cents, you would agree to accept one of it, then, I could proudly say, in all modesty, that I have done charity.♥
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Laya Sarath

Thats awesome..:-)


Loved it beautiful and yes Spring comes without warning but eyes then open to knew blooms
peeking through to catch the warm air.
I hope it does that for you too.

ramakrishnan chatakondu

You have a poem- factory in you……which means business……..only quality- business .


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