O heart! Resting in a cloud like breast,
Listen what says my heart in my chest.
Thy door close, thy ear and eyes shut,
Open them, Feel hear and see, the cut.
The cut that runs deep and spilleth my feelings
Whereas thine for me are shy from revealing
Let thy heart on thy sleeve live
As mine to thee I am willing to give.
To give and pair it with heart thine,
Own me, my love in thy clouded shrine.
Hold me to thy heart in a floating sleep,
As Longing for thy love, sleepless I weep.
I weep through this darkness, a most wretched storm
From my night in the morn, pray will to me thee warm?
Hi Stevie Taite, Undoubtedly you are a great poet. Your feeling is very deep and you have a true poetic sense. Your use of dictions and rhyme is fantastic. I adore you for this wonderful sonnet.
wow, I cannot write like this, this sonnet, this style... it's amazing Stevie... Simply Beautiful and Amazing! ! ! Great Ink! ! ; -) -Kelly.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A lovely sonnet - well penned.