To A Transient Love (Shakespearean Sonnet)

Before my eye you stand – a pagan goddess, Your bodice I rhapsodically untie, Just you and I, as if the world forgot us, Above us shines a clear nocturnal sky. This leonine, impassioned fire singes I’m lost within the gauze of your sweet scent And burning for emollient contingence, Entranced by your pure beauty I transcend. The treasures which I own are transmundane Since avarice has never been my goal, So take instead the wealth I do contain – This madrigal of my enraptured soul. It seems my lofty words have not impressed, For you still charge me like you do the rest.

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My muse can be unseemly and nomadic although she fancies meter and good rhyme, her diligence and output are sporadic, and some may say she’s moving past her prime. At times she’s off consorting with the sages reflecting on existence, as it were, At...

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