My love, speak not to me of yesterday,
Of withered rose and long gone ecstasies,
Neither of dreams nor joys that naught did stay,
But of today, where starts new fantasies;
If love must hold against Time’s adverse flow,
Whilst outer frills all fade like leaves in Fall,
Embers must blaze for eyes to see their glow,
And sprouts should grow new foliage to install;
Once we awake midway of severed dream,
God only knows if same resumes again,
For love could opt to change horses midstream,
If much wiser than choosing to refrain;
……My Yesterdays are kept, though out of date,
……Where the Todays can’t find to emulate.
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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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6 Comments on "Love Sonnet 185"
Love should go progressively each day, reaching newer levels of affection each time. If love is left to stagnate in a corner, in the pretext that it is faithful, undying or special, just complacent of its sweetish past, it might undergo atrophy..
i enjoyed reading it Parekoy….every line is a masterpiece. This is probably your best if not one of your best writes Pare. Questor: the Love Poet
@Reyvrex_Reyes though it is difficult to compare and contrast your sonnets in terms of their literary worth, since each one is so precious, yet it can be said that this would be one of the finest you have written. Wonderful!
To thank both of you would be self-incriminating for me, admission of vanity. haha
I, too, really enjoyed reading this piece. I especially like the image of love “changing horses midstream”. I am curious, however, about the use of “naught” in Line 3. Since it means “nothing” or “nothingness”, it doesn’t seem to fit very well. And I realize it probably isn’t my function, since there editors for these submissions, but I couldn’t help but notice a subject/verb disagreement in Line 4: “where starts new fantasies” s/b “where start new fantasies”. I have only written about 6 sonnets and I am in awe of your 185.
@jimslaughter, you are right in that point, “start” should be the verb, not “starts” to agree with the plural “fantasies.” About “naught” which is to connote nothingness, though archaic, I have thought just as fine instead of saying “. . . .nor joys that did not stay” which will be the way of modern English. And thank you, I am very grateful for your learned observation. And feel free to point out other such lapses, if you may. In truth, the original script of this poem has been edited by me and my poet friends many times since
its first appearance, and will still be in future times.