Winter Love

A Spenserian sonnet.

The morning finds you beautiful and nice.
My hands, along your body, find their way.
Your body still continues to entice,
So, hiding under covers, we do play.

I want to show you all my love, today.
Your body I forever want to hold.
I love you all throughout the summer days,
So be with me and let our lives unfold.

But now the summer ends, and we are old.
Our beauty gone, our hearts at risk to roam.
Though sunny days must wane and become cold,
Your tenderness still brings me back to home.

With beauty and with passion we must part;
Forever young you stay, within my heart.

Author's Note

Let me know what you think of the shift (placement and other comments). Feel free to comment on anything else as well.

Reviews

[Ron Hogan]

Thanks for the comment, poeticpiers! Could you point out where you feel the rhyming is forced?

[Poeticpiers]

beautiful sentiments expresses in classical form
Rhyme is a little forced in places but never the less it gives me pleasure to read formal potry