Sonnet no1: What doesn't last

My first poem ever, for my meldë.

If my love was a puff of breath against a winter morn,

Or a newly formed wave pacing towards the shore

I would not have you suffer the sore

Of a quick love's thorn.

If my love was a budding rose just now being born,

Or a fleeting word hiding in a bit of lore

I would not have you weather the war

Of a quick love's scorn.

But I truly believe

That my love will last

As long as your reprieve,

But when you perceive

That my love has passed

We will both be left to grieve.

Author's Note

Please leave feedback and/or ratings. All is welcome because I really need to know whether or not it is worthy of being given to my boyfriend. Thank you for your time and energy!

Reviews

[khalid]

very nicely penned...a lot of love and passion expressed in a nice wonderful way..

[Ohtauriel]

Thank you very much!

[khalid]

my plasure..