The Sonnet©
Do you hear the sonnet?
Like music it plays inside my head
The beauty of the words linger on the lips even after said
Merely words but fill the heart with such passion
The books in which it lives will never be out of fashion
The pages will turn and yellow with time
But the beautiful sonnet will never lose its rhyme
Born of only paper and pen
Written on the wings of time, to live again and again
Inspired by undying love or broken dreams
never quite what they seem
Its beauty like Mata Hari slowly unveils
Revealing a haunting and bewitching tale
A weeping heart exposed on the page
Centuries may pass but the sonnet never seems to age
Snow-capped Mountains all the way to heaven, they almost reach
A salty sea captain to afraid to speak
Ships that set sail that never make port
The lonely spinster that nobody courts
Yes the sonnet is part beauty and lore
It lives in the depths of one’s soul forever more.
By
Connie Hughes©
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