Sonnet: Barbed BeautyA Poem by SamDelicate and sweet like a desert flower, Though daring, not without her whetted thorns. Thriving come sun, withstanding come thunder Storm. Noon, midsummer, the brazen sun burns In wintertime she doth not wilt in vain Come spring, she grows anew, vivid, en volume. Simply glimpse her colour, to ascertain Her beauty, Inspire once her scented plume And fall faint, where soon your love will fester. The virtuous alone may take her a prize, Though she demands respect from her keeper; If un-watered, her ebb will be her guise. But, I prefer her out in the garden, Thus, the bees and the birds are beholden. © 2014 SamAuthor's Note
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5 Reviews Added on January 19, 2014 Last Updated on January 19, 2014 AuthorSamFair VeronaAboutI do most of my writing when I'm trying to sleep. "Better a witty fool than a foolish wit." -Shakespeare. more..Writing
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