Love's A Bloom

A love sonnet in the manner of W. Shakespeare

Love's a bloom that holds tight about its core
Opening ever so slightly with the daily sun
Unwound from its center, peak inside its store
Oh, would it go faster, then I would have won

Patience is not a human trait that many hold
Awaiting love to fully flower is maddening
Would that I could skip to future, be so bold
You see, to never hold her heart is saddening

The touch of dew upon the inner petal
Is as a rosy blush upon her upturned face
Let's get on with it, let's marry, settle
Please leave for me a hint of love, a trace

Alas, she knows me not, so I must first
Approach her, greet her, pray I not be cursed

Copyright 2009 - Mindy Makuta (aka MyFairLadyah)
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