To Betsy, on Valentine’s Day 2000
In my desk drawer I’ve saved the greeting cards
All hallmarks of our passing Valentines
With offhand notes and jokes that seem to guard
Us from revealing feelings and true minds
For the Record let me clearly state right here
I’ve loved you since the first time we held hands
And felt your warm grasp, dry and firm and near
As pleasant as a beach’s summer sands
That night on those cool streets in Central Square
Is long gone and the sands of time do stream
We’ve gone from holding hands to places where
The ecstasy exceeds our wildest dream
It’s quite the wonder, worth the words to praise
I'm sure Will would, if he could see these days.
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This project is a personal quest for self-improvement through composing poetry, using the Shakespearean sonnet form.
this sonnet was influenced by William Shakespeare's
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When in the chronicle of wasted time
I see descriptions of the fairest wights,
And beauty making beautiful old rhyme
In praise of ladies dead and lovely knights,
Then, in the blazon of sweet beauty's best,
Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow,
I see their antique pen would have express'd
Even such a beauty as you master now.
So all their praises are but prophecies
Of this our time, all you prefiguring;
And, for they look'd but with divining eyes,
They had not skill enough your worth to sing:
For we, which now behold these present days,
Had eyes to wonder, but lack tongues to praise.