Compunctious
On days when tempers fly and passions rage,
Let your voice be the one to come and soothe,
Like Shakespeare’s plays our words are just a stage
So performed without audience to please,
My heart cannot dare to begin to prove,
While my soul, unhindered offers these
The words of trust and love; they never move,
Despite what angry words seem to extol.
My love as solid as forest oak trees,
Ignore my voice and listen to my soul,
Do not leave me here begging on my knees,
Please take my hand so love may gently smooth,
My raging heart, it seeks you to console;
Let your voice be the one to come and soothe.
Form: American Sonnet
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