Challenge
The Lost Art
let's revive sonnet writing
Evermore
Though day bleeds into day and all grows old
though darkest night now ever closer seems
I cannot help but speak to you so bold
while whispr'ing words of love as if from dreams
Twas not so long ago our eyes first met
or far the day eternal love was vowed
when burdens of shared life were not ours yet
Nor heads beneath the weight of sorrow bowed;
The days of strife and anger are now gone
behind us days thought never to survive
our ugly duckling love became a swan
so "we" and "us" yields joy to be alive;
In sleep entwined we feign what is to come,
our hope to be found thus when we succumb.
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