Sonnet # 1

I hope to worthy be of eyes to come.
So, here I do commence and move my pen.
The task is big, but I want it become
Yes in due time the applause of wiser men.
Shakespeare does come. He told me highly this:
Prepare the pen with thoughts to soar so high
As eagles` fly or ascending soul to heaven.
Or clean as the mind, babies don`t lie,
An infant recognizes her love is proven.
With this in mind, I do commence my story
And give proper inflation to my able.
Oh, when I die, my child will not be sorry
I took to pen, but I did prove disable.
Now, come those thoughts that make a poet happy
And bathe my mind with proper wisdom glory.

by Luis Estable

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