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[MsJacquiiC]

The Following Text Is Quoted:

Originally Posted by Moonchild

The hand of love caressed my aging face,
Where yesterday no man would dare to touch.
Mine heart once beat within a bitter place,
But through the years I’ve grown to love so much.

Oh fairest love, behold my bleeding heart.
Within your hands a rose’s thorns depart.

Karen! I agree with SuzyQ - this is really a beautifully and heartfelt write. I love the sonnet form, it's cadence, it's rhyme scheme, it's simplicity and it's capacity to be a thing of romantical beauty. "My Fairest Sonnet" indeed ==> inspires me to brief poetry:

Amen

A rose without thorns
by any name would be called
a storm on the conscience
of freedom. Let it rain.

Let there be such a thing
as beauty in the eye of the
last storm on the tip of thy
last thorn. Let it be. Amen.




Copyright © 2011 Jacquii Cooke

Thanks for the share and thanks for the brief intermission from this great play we know well as "Writers Block"

Jacquii.