Sonnet 24: No Winters Storm, Or Tempests Vile Power Poem by David Wood
Sonnet 24: No Winters Storm, Or Tempests Vile Power
No winters storm, or tempests vile power
Can wrest my love for thee from my bosom
Thou art dearest my love’s sweetest flower
That doth form our gardens greatest blossom.
Thou art summers sweet honey to my lips
Whenever I kiss thee my heart skips a beat
When I stand with my hands on those firm hips,
Or sleeping with thee under our beds sheet.
But will Love’s passion last the test of time
Or Love’s ardour’s cool like the summer’s rain?
Love has to be worked to keep it in its prime
Or two hearts may be the subject of pain.
Love is a flower that must be tended,
This beauty is what nature intended.
''But will Love’s passion last the test of time Or Love’s ardour’s cool like the summer’s rain? '' great question, here i have one question why do you use 'thou ' 'thee' in post-modern poetry? i just wonder... however, i enjoyed the poem...10..
Love is a flower that must be tended Another sonnet about tender love. Thank you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/21/2024 7:10:56 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Love is the best thing in the world. A great poem.