A SonnetA Poem by Gleb ZavlanovA love sonnetMy love, your Doric columns cannot bear The
massive temple of my wounded heart. So
be it worth with sinking in despair Or
swoon, down-razed before love’s poisoned dart? Does
love’s sweet worth reside in bitter tears? Does
sorrow ache within the sweetest breath? If
such proves so, must I traverse 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 sweet love proves not else but a chore, Must
I then keep her solely for her face? No, let love’s Doric columns all give way And down collapse and rot in their decay
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Added on May 18, 2014Last Updated on June 24, 2014 AuthorGleb ZavlanovAboutHello there. I'm an aspiring poet. Nothing makes me happier than to bring delight to the hearts of my readers and to bring delight to myself by reading other peoples' work. Poetry is, in my opinion, o.. more..Writing
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