Love Sonnet 17

Your charms,  are figments of which dreams are made 

I wish not, to be gravely soaked therewith, 

Or else, I will be fool in love's charade 

That anyone would rightly guess forthwith; 

Is it folly to wait by Heaven's door? 

To chance a glimpse of your angelic face? 

For should this heart be made to wish for more: 

I wish for relics of pain to efface, 

To frolic unabashed in youthful dance, 

To claim all joys that love, in loving gives, 

And nary to things past would I still glance 

On this new day, but see what life conceives; 

.....Alas, of churl, my lovestruck actions show, 

.....But is it wise to miss on love I know? 

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Reviews

[Zahra]

a beautifully penned sonnet. Really nice

[Reyvrex Questor Reyes]

Thank you @I Have A Voice, I needed such encouragement.

[Reyvrex Questor Reyes]

So kind of you.

[Coyote Poetry]

The questions of love.
"Is it folly to wait by Heaven's door?
To chance a glimpse of your angelic face? "
Man wishes for things he should not want. Leave him with dreams forever for faces and places that cannot be found. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Reyvrex Questor Reyes]

Thanks. I'm sure, being appreciative of poetic works, you must be well-versed on poetry yourself. Glad to have come across your path.

[Coyote Poetry]

I been writing for 42 years and reading for almost 50. Best place to find peace is in a book written with skill.