Seasons of True Love

The texture of spring rain is like thy hair

Freer than silk, but thine pours past a smile.

Desire of all sunflowers, tall and fair

Thou climb the clouds to shine beyond a mile.

 

Thine eyes glow brighter than midsummer's day,

Thou make short nights, and hide away the stars.

My troubled ships are lost beyond thy bay,

Forlorn to fight the storm before great Mars.

 

Alas the waves erode the jagged rocks,

In time to see the beauty of the trees.

On wrinkled shores my ship secures the docks

Amidst bare trees and old leaves fallen free.

 

And yet when hairs come winter grey then white,

Thy wisdom keeps a few nights warm and bright.

Author's Note

I tried to emulate the shakespearean sonnet; hence my feeble attempt at the iambic pentameter :)

Reviews

[Speaking Sandclocks]

Your writing actually sounds like a part of a shakespearean play . :D but i liked this piece.Its beautiful, happy ,pure. Like Orsino said , If music be the food of love, play on....