Sonnet 12 (Shakespearean Style)

There shan’t be a day I am never yours

‘Cause no force could separate me from you

I would venture to the farthest shores

It would not matter how hard the winds blew.

There is no woman or act of nature

That could make my true love wander away

Life is my malady and you’re the cure

You are why I wake up every day.

But, these horrid “women” do still attempt

To commit the ultimate lover’s crime

Alas, all they seem to show is contempt

But I am yours until the end of time.

  We shall have a picture perfect lifetime

  Beautiful, the heart to which mine doth rhyme.

　

Reviews

[Tina Kline]

Ah! Very nice job on this sonnet. Fantastic!

[deeps]

This is so wonderful, and ever so beuatiful.
I like this, it's sincere and loving. Very well written
and very poetic.