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SonnetShall I compare thee to a wolf so fair?
No, for your embrace is tender, not harsh.
Such sapphire eyes, so beautiful and rare
My everlasting love shall never pass.
Unlike the fair wolf, that hunts and that kills
I know that in your arms I'm always safe.
The wolf-trampled snow that freezes and chills
Will melt away with each foot that you place.
The wolf would run, but I know you would stay
I gaze at you with adoring, soft eyes.
I miss you so much each and ev'ry day
I will love you to the day that I die.
My love is the strongest, none can compare
The PocketWatch - Prologue-This story is intended to help me improve my writing!-
-If you enjoy this story, however, I will be overjoyed!-
Tanya meandered home, sighing. The sounds of the traffic blasted in her ears, drowning out the conversation of her two friends. When they reached her road, she turned away with only a brief wave to her friends. Today hadn't been the best day; she'd got bad grades in her tests, and her mother would not be happy. As she headed down the road, an ambulance whizzed past, but it didn't even concern her. Tanya lifted her head, to stare at her door and turned into the front garden. Something wasn't quite right. She checked the door, it was unlocked, and not shut properly. She shrugged, and headed inside.
The place was a mess; paper was spread everywhere, a bookshelf was knocked over. There were rips in the sofa cushions, and the paintings on the walls were torn. Tanya, her heart racing, dashed around the house. Most of the house was in the same condition. But she di
EasterRemember what you love,
you with sand in your teeth
and the feral burn of hunger
in your eyes.
God sends his regrets.
He made you grasping and slow,
in a late hour
when the wine washed low.
Remember what you love.
Fall to your knees in the toss
and the swell, quell
the appetite of the cold black sea.
Beg blessings for your home
and the salt-sick trees.
Reach what lies near:
the fat-faced child, the sweet-soft lamb;
tether the tantrum, trickle the blood.
Offer psalms to what is holy,
whisper the name of what you love
as it bobs in the bleak mad sea.
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