But cleft in twain my heart still yearns for thee;
I yearn to see the magic of thy smile;
I long to hear and see the dreams which we
Have always manifested; all the while
Denying to our other worlds the fact
That this discreet perfection had a name.
It lived, in every thought and deed and act
Which in our lives the other would proclaim.
It cannot be enough to kiss and hold;
For it is thee with whom I am in love.
I love not even life as much as thee.
I only dream of when I may behold
My sweet companion–whom I hold above
All earthly deeds–this sister who loves me.
This sonnet is part of a short sequence; click here to read it all:
David, This is a perfect Sonnet I think. Very good.
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Thank you. This is an old one! One of eleven I penned (on paper, not just a figure of speech!) when quite young, as a letter to my beloved. Eight of them I thought were lost, but she found the letter with all 11 not long ago. Seemed fitting that they were recovered for St. Valentine’s Day. (Do you have that holiday where you live?)
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The flowershops and chocolateries are trying to convince us that we need to celebrate it, but my feeling it already have started to wind down. But it is a nice day to think about your love today.
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That is true. It was a nice day here as well. The whole country is experiencing very cold weather it seems, except for here where we have had a few unseasonably warm winters now.
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And I just now realised, while reading these over, that this sonnet begins with two Shakespearean quatrains (ABAB) but ends in the Italian style–one of them, at least: (ABC ABC) I am not quite sure I was aware of this while I was writing it.
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wow, this sonnet is beautifully written I feel every words on it, amazing…
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It was heartfelt! I was quite lovesick when I wrote these.
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It has been lovely seeing these words published here, my beloved. They are exquisite.
I so well remember when ARPANET would have found such sonnets strange, to say the least
(I had to teach the spellcheck to spell “ARPANET”. **Sigh**)
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I’m certain the next century with you will be as wonderful as the last. Here’s to telomerase inducers!
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It has been nice to see that Sierra Sciences has a paypal link now! I remember all those years ago when I, ahead of my time, perhaps, tried to send them a modest sum via paypal. I thought I might buy lunch for a several of them, perhaps…. But…
The poor nerdy biochemists–though, in their own way, quite “computer literate,” as we these days so term it–did not know what to do with it, and the payment regrettably expired.
I recall people were suspicious of such things in those days. But… Shortly after that, paypal bought all their significant competitors, x.com for example; and shortly thereafter, eBay bought paypal. Now everyone uses it.
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Your sonnet is very romantic.
Even slightly tantric
It made me slightly shiver
so I guess it did deliver!
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Ha! Good show!
I am surprised, however. This sonnet is not as far along the scale as are some of my others. Though I am hopefully, and hopelessly romantic : )
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Wonderful written! Very romantic. :)
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Thank you. I was quite young, but very much in love–as still I am!
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Although… I was, at that time, a bit embarrassed about beginning with a very archaic and much overused phrase (“Cleft in twain.”) I remember simply hoping I was using it correctly. Either way, I forgive my younger self. Anyone can see that the poor young man is besotted!
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Oh, my…that young man was so sweetly besotted. So very sweet.
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As you well know : )
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I long to go back to the days of being besotted. such a time of magic and true romance. If only I could rewind and turn back time. this sonnet makes me long for those days.
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having
and not having
both will make the heart ache
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equally…
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