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Created on 12-11-07
This thing called love is the same as the rest,
Men and women give cherished time for this,
All seeking the goal of loves simple bliss,
The suitor they do praise, often unimpressed.
The work as is strains hard upon their mind,
The best toil upon complex design,
Though received not so, their wishes benign,
Failed again at task of lover to find.
An artist works days on end in study,
Pouring his love deep into his workings,
These gorgeous paintings for the heart and blind.
Musicians practice their whole lives away,
Just for the chance of stage to play and sing,
These beautiful songs for the deaf and mind.
Please Login to post comments| On December 19th 2007 TheDragonwitch Said : | |
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Where has chivalry gone? Well written and a nice comparision. |
| On December 18th 2007 Daemion Said : | |
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Sonnet number three of three written for my high school english class... this is a petrachian sonnet... for the octave it speaks of how (young) men spend so mch time tring to court women, the brilliant ones think up masterful plans to do so, yet often the woman is unimpressed or just plain out flat doesn't notice or care... the sestet compares the men's toil to that of painters and musicians, how they pour their life into what they do and see that people appreciate what they do less and less... |
