Sonnet #3

“Never cease to know that I am quite smart.”
We are spirits dreaming chaos and time.
Meaning is found in the sweet, sublimed rhyme.
“Your cheeks are quite rosy, sweetheart.”
“Like my raffish style?” I adore you… The
Vapidity and inviolable worry…
Like Sandburg, I am the grass. “Sorry
about your affairs that will always be.
But love is a tragedy untold to me.”
While moods painted fragile, exacting sighs,
Plotted my sweet path to nowhere with you…
“My apologies life stole cheer from your sights
last year.”
Lachrymose irises are safe, Boo.


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