A Lover's Request

 

A Lover’s Request

By ~ Rainbowco

 

 

Beguiling, enchanting, weak words, lacking imagination,

Unjust to thy most intoxicating and captivating charms.

Like Icarus, with heroic audacity, I would fly to thy arms,

Though the brilliance of thou would singe at my destination.

Nightingales silence their song in envious consternation,

For thy trilling laughter dulls them to mere skylarks.

All revolve around thee, like stars in the constellations.

 

If thou will not my sun be, let me be thy orbiting moon.

If thou will not be my salvation, become my damnation,

Tossing small scrapes of hope to feed this damned soul,

Whose besotted heart continues to worship in adoration,

Thy very existence, in the hope that love’s healing bloom

Should wondrously unfurl before my death bell doth toll.

Author's Note

Review as you will!

Reviews

[mattavelli]

How many silly-balls per line?

[Fran Marie]

A most beautiful penned and well crafted sonnet~ Very lovely to read indeed!~Fran Marie

[J. James Reider]

Tossing small scrapes of hope to fed this damned soul....did you mean feed? I loved your utilization of the English language... your word choice was very crisp and distinct... an interesting concept that you very easily pulled off... a wonderfully worthy read!