Sonnet 1: Passion's 'Bode Poem by David Zvekic

Sonnet 1: Passion's 'Bode

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How quickly reckless words cut through love's skin,
When delicate intention speaks them whole;
Though formed of gentle meanings held within,
Harsh words storm crashing curtly from my soul.
In telling loud, affections may not prove
The fairest quality of friendships' worth,
But dearer hearts may mend where love does move,
Though wide mispoken words have rent the earth.
True love's caress says more than would mere word:
That soft discourse of passion's 'bode speaks loud;
She sends her tender missive, though unheard,
In silence spelled more clear than any sound.
  What passion plans, no utterance may show
  While love dares not profess what hearts both know.

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