Sonnet 1

I long for love,
Eager for your embrace.
O' Lady of the dove!
Charmed by your grace.
Captivated by your light,
All languish before your feet.
O' Lady of might!
Your presence is a treat.
Water mirrored in your eyes,
Roses painted on your cheeks.
O' Lady who lies!
Resting by the creek,
I bow down shattered,
As if I never mattered.

by Jake Warren

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