Sonnet I:

I think I shall begin periodically featuring some of the older of these here. This next deals with expectations. If you plan a “white horse” wedding… Do you ride such a carriage to a “white horse” life? What is necessary for such a life? Wealth? Horses perhaps? Or merely two romantic souls determined to live a romantic life?

David Emeron: Sonnets

Readeth not these lines; they are not, young girl,
For thee. They are, to souls like thine, forbidden,
Though they may betray what hast thou hidden
In thine heart, these words should not unfurl

Thy feelings. Thou hast cast thy lot to hurl
Them, stealing–strong or even weak, amid
The squealingswine to be forever hid–
From thine own soul, unknowing, every pearl.

Readeth, thou must not, these lines; they do not
Describe what hast thou chosen. Even now,
Thine heart is frozen. Thou hast cast thy lot
Not winning life, but dreary death; for thou

Hast chosen strife,bereft of song and verse;
And all thy long tomorrows are a curse.

This sonnet is part of a short sequence: click here to read it all:

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