Love you are to me, drops of honeywine With each new kiss beneath the golden sun Your lips sweet bouquet, quench this thirst of mine Our love has entwined, for all time as one.
Valentine,we shall sing loves sweetest tune Share eternal bliss, 'neath a silver moon Of Cupid's Cup, we'll drink a toast to love Kindly condoned by the heavens above
Let's reach for the highest star in the sky These words of love, are meant for only you The sun, moon and stars, know this to be true Forever, we'll cherish love, you and I
You are to me sweet Love, my heart's delight These Words of Love I'll pledge, each day, each night.
Great mythic imagery for Valentine's Day: "drops of honeywine" in "Cupid's Cup." This is a wonderful answer to the Valentine's Day Challenge -- and you didn't even have to wrack your brain for something new! :D
This one hales back to Victorian romantic poetry for me. Love it. How did I miss it before?
NOTES: you need spaces behind several of your commas
Posted 10 Years Ago
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10 Years Ago
Most definitely an oldie from years ago, thanks so much for reviewing and the notes..
Has a nice ring to it, like something you'd imagine to hear from a minstrel accompanied by the lute. Am not really overly keen on classical forms but they always are nice on occasion and this one is great actually reading it again I imagine it being sung by a soprano, but not completely formal, so rather like a recitative.
This is a lovely romantic piece and The imagery is powerful I can almost see you there together sharing love as moonlight gives a glow to your silloettes. Great job with this one.
Debby
I think we know it's a sonnet Fran lol... I absolutely loved it...really! It's an amazing piece of literature that has Dickins/Browning style quality. You have done yourself proud as you weave your words and paint a canvas of genuine beauty...sublime...refreshing...powerful...
Congrats...Cheers...
Petrarchian sonnet, well managed here, iambic pentameter is on the mark. i am just now trying to fool around with meter. some people say I have a natural talent for it, but I still need to work on it. it is not easy. this poem speaks the sentiments of Cooleridge and Wordsworth. nice style.