Evelyn (Sonnet I)
Sonnet for Evelyn (sonnet1)
Unto this space and humble frame
I lay my heart that's kept aflamed...
by fate, by flesh and by blood all the same.
And though there's duplicity in a name
No one surpasses my EVELYN,
She pours her love so much like rain
Or flies a temper...just like a plane..
And so much so when thrown in pain.