We are so terrible!
It's been forever since either of us posted anything, and I don't know about Brandon, but I certainly don't have any excuses for this sort of behavior. Bad Rose, bad!
Anyway, here's a sonnet that I wrote, well, for me really, but I used it as an English assignment also.
An’ Sense Be Yielded Up
"What joyous shouts shall issue forth from those
whom true Love’s bolts will pierce with ready flair
‘Tis cert’, on such as they a fair wind blows
an' sense be yielded up unto the air
For who can turn away the sounded call,
when heart strings twang and Providence intrudes?
And strength hath who to bear sweet Echo’s ¹ fall,
to persevere ‘gainst all of Love’s foul moods?
Such madness! None its fury can approach,
which, lovers, drives to desperate, disparate mains ²
Mere words could not themselves the subject broach
that cleaves the heart and rends the soul in twain
Though Love be not the most productive scheme,
it may be Life’s most inter-active theme."
¹Echo- in Greek mythology, pined away for love of Narcissus, who had eyes only for his own reflection, until she had no more substance than just her voice.
²Mains- the open ocean; high seas
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