Profess! In these give fortunes seldom chance,
when words aver with love's last whispered power,
that wonted life give fear over romance,
and shames ignite each hell's forbidden hour.
What binds the unsought self to cold caress,
forevermore enslaved 'til hopes say, Yes;
Yes; whose kisses part temptation's wanton lips,
life's flames enlarged, embraced with passion's fire.
Her nectar pours each moment's hurried sips,
as love lifts yearnings' salutation higher.
So longing lives, be happy or be less:
Set yourself free, surrender and Be! Say, Yes!
-March 13,2006
This is a lovely sonnet. I really like the 'olde' language you used here. What a pleasure to read and enjoy! Blessings-TGR
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
thanks for the comments. I didn't consider this a sonnet. It's only 12 lines, uses a different rhyme scheme and has no volta. This form uses 2 sestets. each sestet using a ababcc style rhyme scheme and whose first stressed beat starts with the 'ES' sound, which is also the rhyme end on lines 5 and 6 of the sestet. Everything to emphasize the word 'yes'.