More than I have, what sometimes you demand,
For what I give is not to your desire;
When reaching to help, you reject my hand,
Fraught with remorse, I feel like a liar.
Often thou art reluctant and stubborn,
On issues of concern, you stand repent.
Sometimes you make thy pain feel oh so cruel,
When my emotions feel like they’ve been lent:
Although I toil for thy great respect,
Feel not I the weariness of the deed;
For at days’ end, fear I not to expect,
Thy everlasting love be cast, be freed.
Despite grievous, painful tribulations,
Only feel I, thy love’s recreations.
- Title: my first sonnet ^-^
- Artist: bobodia10000
- Description: Well this is a sonnet that i wrote for my english class and it took long enough to follow a bunch of criteria on it...but anywayyy, i thought i'd just enter it to see what ppl think of how i did on my first piece of poetry :D And don't complain about the word setup and stuff because it's shakespearean style writing so yeah >.>....
- Date: 12/08/2008
- Tags: first sonnet