Sonnet, Forget Adelaide (From, The Lost Sonnets) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Forget Adelaide for she could not give love,
Like the morning sky or dusky twilight;
Only what is in heart and from above,
Will know all of these feelings wrong from right.
Like a melody it lingers with soft touch,
And burns like fire inside the pale pink skin;
For every desire says I love you so much,
From what I feel and from the deep within.

Brittle like the rose that its thorns must hide,
Each the lover's footstep comes and then goes;
Moods that adjust to the day and coincide,
Before it loses its last sparkle that glows.
Forget those that whisper love that's untrue,
For all what is false will soon say adieu.