Sonnet II

A love poem...

My love, your Doric columns cannot bear 
The massy temples of my wounded heart. 
So be it worth with sinking in despair 
Or swoon, down-razed before love’s poisoned dart? 
Does worth reside in sobs of mellow tears? 
Does bitterness ache in the sweetest breath? 
If such proves so, must I travail my years 
In search of light in dark, of life in death? 
What hope presents its shade in such a sore, 
But that which time can’t from my heart erase? 
If my dear love proves none else but a chore, 
Must I then keep you solely for your face? 
No, let your Doric columns all give way 
And down collapse and rot in their decay.

Reviews

[Benita-Staebell M - Kin..]

Romantic Sad but still so soft and Elegant
and it does sound like Shake spear I love Shake spear.


Loved these Stanza's lines.

My love, your Doric columns cannot bear
The massy temples of my wounded heart.
So be it worth with sinking in despair
Or swoon, down-razed before love’s poisoned dart?
Does worth reside in sobs of mellow tears?
Does bitterness ache in the sweetest breath?
If such proves so, must I travail my years


Blessings. Kindred poet

[Sami Khalil]

A wonderful sonnet of classic feel and touch. Your temples and columns rise high with love. Excellent...:)..................

[Einstein Noodle]

bravo! says i .. bravo .. you held to form and rhyme .. and i love the story and the metaphor of the temple and columns .. worth re-reading for sure .. nice job!
E.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

sounds very Shakespearean, which is quite nice...I like the whole temple/ doric column thing you use...
I admire those who can do sonnets well...and you did that here.