2007-01-18 08:35:14 · 2 answers · asked by Anonymous in Arts & Humanities ➔ Books & Authors
How about a "love sonnet"
When Love is born, then pleasure dies,
Or goes about disguised as pain.
And those who once were counted wise
Now find their wisdom all in vain.
Against the armor of her eyes
The shafts of reason fall in vain
Until all thought in terror flies
And only Love and I remain.
Now, even Love's sharp pain is sweet,
More sweet than pleasure was to me.
I won my Love by my defeat;
She captured me and set me free
A prisoner within her heart;
A prison I would not depart.
For ladies, simply change the "she" to "he" and the "her" to "his."
It's not copyrighted; it's mine, written many years ago.
2007-01-18 08:42:31 · answer #1 · answered by johnslat 7 · 0⤊ 1⤋
What do I get from it? You stealing my work? I don't think so.
2007-01-18 16:37:07 · answer #2 · answered by All I have to do is dream... 4 · 2⤊ 0⤋