David Wood

Gold Star - 13,799 Points (07 April 1950 / London)

Sonnet 1: Ah, Who Is This I See Before My Eyes - Poem by David Wood

Ah, who is this I see before my eyes
Such a delicate flower I behold
Listen, she fills my heart with such sweet sighs
With her sweet love I could gladly grow old.
But what do I see, she is with another
Who holds the key to her heart’s desire
How to win her heart I must discover
Because my heart now burns with such fire.
How can I win the heart of this sweet girl?
To win her heart and make her mine alone
And separate her from her love’s dull churl;
Until I win her love my heart will groan.
Will she be the one that I will marry?
And to the church I will one day carry.


Poet's Notes about The Poem

These 50 sonnets are a tribute to Shakeapeare who retired from writing in 1613 and the contents are semi autobiographical.

Comments about Sonnet 1: Ah, Who Is This I See Before My Eyes by David Wood

  • Pamela Sinicrope (9/14/2015 6:43:00 AM)


    I enjoy reading this form because I love to see how writers respond to the constraints imposed by forms with rules and guidelines. This one does not disappoint. I too wrote a poem (not a sonnet) about the moment I met my husband. Apparently you had a challenge on your hands, a problem to solve... Perfect for a sonnet... And the beginning of a lovely relationship...and the opportunity to separate her from love's dull churl. So it seems you not only got the rhythms and rhyming down, but also the problem, and the 'but' stanza... Well done! (Report) Reply

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  • Passionate Reader (6/30/2013 10:13:00 AM)


    Your sonnets are a great pleasure to read! ! ! :) (Report) Reply

  • Poetheart Morgan (6/29/2013 9:55:00 PM)


    Put The Mister to run. After all you are a poet what can be better than that? ? (Report) Reply

  • (6/29/2013 12:24:00 PM)


    A very beautiful poem. A wonderful write. (Report) Reply

  • Heather Wilkins (6/29/2013 10:54:00 AM)


    this is a lovely sonnet about one of the most important days in our lives. (Report) Reply

  • Tirupathi Chandrupatla (6/29/2013 6:45:00 AM)


    With her sweet love I could gladly grow old. Love sweetly expressed. Another sonnet of beauty. (Report) Reply

  • Jenie Franksay (6/29/2013 5:57:00 AM)


    nice poem.
    like it.
    i invite you to read my poems & comment.
    (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, June 29, 2013

Poem Edited: Saturday, July 13, 2013


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