Hoogie
10-05-2003, 09:04 AM
-And now, for an attempt at a sonnet (originally a school assignment... bleh)-
My Love, I’m not the soul that you perceive,
My heart is freer than the one you see.
If you could know the truth then you would grieve -
The one you love in truth could never be.
My heart may bleed; my eyes may burn - yet still,
Though only hardship follow me along,
I raise my head, and bend it to my will –
Through love and life I know I can be strong.
Perhaps I’ve hurt you’re pride through my distress,
Or maybe you as well have felt this pain.
I, too, have secrets that I won’t confess
A heart too dark, too wild, too bold, too vain
But though we two are countless worlds apart,
You always shall be dearest to my heart.
My Love, I’m not the soul that you perceive,
My heart is freer than the one you see.
If you could know the truth then you would grieve -
The one you love in truth could never be.
My heart may bleed; my eyes may burn - yet still,
Though only hardship follow me along,
I raise my head, and bend it to my will –
Through love and life I know I can be strong.
Perhaps I’ve hurt you’re pride through my distress,
Or maybe you as well have felt this pain.
I, too, have secrets that I won’t confess
A heart too dark, too wild, too bold, too vain
But though we two are countless worlds apart,
You always shall be dearest to my heart.