Published: 04 Sept 2016 › Updated: 04 Sept 2016
Sonnet 21
Oh lady whenever you speak
the air is filled with magic
as I rest my weary eyes
you pull me out from pit of lies
From the garden I hear you sing
what a blissful thought you bring
every day is a moment of wonder
enticing scent like a lavender
Be with me oh dear don't go
for I will die if you do so
all the madness I cannot bear
lass of beauty, I always care
Leave me not hollowed and sad
without you life is so hard
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