Sonnet VII/IV

My eyes upon the ceiling I ponder

Of things that she had been doing of late.

Rest I could not indeed such a bother.

And while she’s clueless of my present state

The night goes deeper I could not care less,

Awake to think that she is safe and sound.

Eros’ arrow do strike true and made mess

Despite the mask I wear still am confound(’d).

Daylight will soon peek through the sky curtain

And yet my idea of her surpass

Myriads of light that gods they entertain.

Alas! Truly she’s more than a fair lass.

End now I must to my ecstatic glee

Some bard will please her more than craven me.

Reviews

[SyberRose]

Nicely penned sonnet as always Martin...Rose

[martinRFR]

thank you miss Rose.. its an acrostic too same as Sonnet X:XI, inspired by the same person...

[SyberRose]

I didnt know that...wow...thats great...good job.