Monday, March 1, 2010

1/2 a sonnet

I'd sworn to never fall in love-truly-
like fools who leave propriety behind,
and revel in actions of folly.
Those frivolous shackles would not me bind.

But now, what joy I find in foolishness!
I used to scorn, but no longer condemn
the heart of one who's love he has confessed
and upon the wings of the air has sent.


One more quatrain, and a couplet.

Almost there.