If I swore never to describe my heart;
How it yearns so desperately for you;
How it quickens at every sight of you,
Every instant when I first hear your voice;
Withheld how it races when you come near;
That it skips whenever you have touched me;
Pounds with the expectation of your touch;
Beats hard enough, you see my body shake;
Kept secret its quiet morning rhythm;
Long amazed our hearts beat in synchrony;
Wondering how long they would not diverge;
Locked away my pen, and ink, and paper.
If I swore never to describe my heart,
Unheard, would it stop beating forever?
This sonnet is part of a short sequence; click here to read it all:
David Emeron: Sonnets 
I was surprised to find that the “balanced form” left no real tension to resolve within the piece. No way to follow the heart’s beating speed.
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I agree! This is of course “not the best way to write a sonnet,” (r) howevver the balancing was necessary for the next two steps.
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As always, I love following behind you.
I even have a special pail for putting pretty tiles in should you find any for me along the way.
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