Sonnet I (Poem #1)

 
Repute, with stature and standing our dear populace had known, proud   
With your spirits high and gestures in the sky were strewed
Better yet relish your royal possession with substantial mound
Seek not for improbable realities of unearthly mood
          Otherwise dwell with incorporeal needs,
          But why abide for such ineffectual deeds?
No seeds of yours would dare to couple or enshroud
For her eyes would not want to settle with yours- not as good,
Ours is different and of no deceit when you’re around
Since we know our edged and fathomed prelude
           Defend her not with your cultured armor-in which she sees
          For sweet innocent ideals are those that she seeks
Defend no more of your unearthly love, immaterial of no sense.
With our grounds of real love- apt to mature, devoid of pretense.

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  1. nino Said:

    I think this would have worked if the language weren’t vintage 19th century. ;-)


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