Saturday, May 2, 2009

I wish- More than anything

Once upon a time there was a girl who hated sonnets.

The end.

Should I compare you to anything, dear?
Would it flatter you to hear me compose?
Or would, perhaps, it too banal appear,
Seeming my love prosaic as a rose?
If I were to compare thee, however
It would be to a star or to a lark
Or, I assure you, darling, I endeavor
For perchance the last moment before dark
But all these things seem far too contrasting
To a resplendent beauty such as thee
Because these things are forever lasting
And your radiance is fleeting, you see

But compare you shall I not, my dearest
For shall you to my heart remain nearest


Josie said...


Did you write that sonnet?

poetically_correct said...

Yes, ma'am, I did.