Birth of a Sonnet
Alas and alack, my fellow poets
For 't seems I hath not writ a sonnet yet
Unbeknownst, too short were such lines I penned
'twas said my syllables were not well met
Advice, I take thee well, accepting that
True knowledge is a path we all must seek
Applying wit, the ink doth flow again
To write these words my soul demands to speak
For, there is one, whose inspiration finds
A warm place in my heart in which to dwell
Though blossoming and yet within its youth
In knowing her, I long to know her well
This humble scribe will go to any length
To write such words as give her inner strength ~
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