Sonnet XII: (lyrical couplets)

If swore I, ne’er describe to thee my heart:
How desperately doth it yearn; and start
To quicken at the moment first I see–
And when I hear a voice and know ’tis thee.

Withheld I, how’t doth race when com’st thou near:
And skip when touch my cheek to quell my fear;
To pound its expectation of thy touch,
Doth fierce thou see my body shake as much;

Withheld how at its quiet pace I’d be
Amazed, as beat our hearts in synchrony,
My wonder as their beat would nary stray;
Thence, locked my parchment, quill, and ink, away.

If swore I, ne’er describe my heart to thee,
Then would it’s beating stopped forever be?

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Sonnet XI: (Shakespearean blankverse)

If swore I, ne’er  describe to thee my heart:
How desperately doth it yearn for thee;
To quicken at a very sight of thee,
And every instant when I hear thy voice;

Withheld I, how’t doth race when com’st thou near:
How might it skip when dost thou touch my cheek;
To pound its expectation of thy touch;
That mayst, thou see, so fierce,  my body shake;

Kept secret I, its quiet morning pace:
Amazed, as beat our hearts in synchrony,
My wonder as they nary would diverge;
Thence, locked my parchment, quill, and ink, away;

If swore I, ne’er describe to thee my heart;
Would thence unheard,  its beat forev’r be still?

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Sonnet VIII: (decasyllabic line)

If I did not describe my heart; how it
Yearns for you; how it quickens at every
Sight of you, every instant when I first
Hear your voice; If I did not write of how

It races when you come near; that it has
Skipped when you’ve touched me; that it pounds with the
Expectation of your touch, every beat
Hard enough that you can see it shake me;

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?

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Sonnet VI: (natural breaks)

If I did not describe my heart
how it yearns for you
how it quickens at every sight of you
every instant when I first hear your voice

if I did not write of
how it races when you come near
that it has skipped when you have touched me
that it pounds with the expectation of your touch
every beat so hard
that it shakes my body enough for you to see

if I chose to keep the secret
of its quiet rhythm in the morning when I wake
how long I have lain quietly amazed
as our hearts beat in perfect synchrony
that I wondered how many minutes would pass
before their rhythms diverged
every word withheld as I lay down my pen
and lock it away with its barren white sheets

if I swore
not to describe my heart
would it stop beating forever?

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Sonnet V: (free form)

if i did not

describe my heart
how it yearns for you
how it quickens
at every sight of you
every instant
when i first
hear your voice

if i did not

write of how it races when you come near that it has

skipped when you have touched me
that it Pounds
with the Ex-
-pecTation
of your Touch
every Beat
so Hard
that it Shakes
my Body
eNough
for You
to See

if i chose

to keep the secret
of its quiet
rhythm
in the morning
when i wake
how long
i have lain
quietly
amazed
as our hearts
beat
in perfect
synchrony
that
i wondered
how many
minutes
would pass
before
their rhythms
diverged

every word withheld
as i lay down my pen
and lock it away
with its barren white sheets

if i swore

not to describe
my heart
would it
stop beating
forever

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Sonnet IV: (verbs)

If I…

  1. did not
    describe my heart, how it
    yearns for you, how it
  2. quickens at every
    sight of you, every instant when I first
    hear your voice, if I
  3. did not
    write of how it
    races when you
  4. come near, that it
    has
    skipped when you
  5. have
    touched me, that it
    pounds with the
  6. expectation of your
    touch, every
    beat so hard that it
  7. shakes my body enough for you to
    see, if I
    chose to
  8. keep the secret of its quiet rhythm in the morning when I
    wake, how long I
    have
  9. lain, quietly
    amazed as our hearts
    beat in perfect
  10. synchrony, that I
    wondered how many minutes
    would
  11. pass before their rhythms
    diverged, every word
    withheld as I
  12. lay down my pen and
    lock it
    away with its barren white sheets, if I
  13. swore not to
    describe my heart,
    would it
  14. stop
    beating
    forever?

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Sonnet III: (triadic line)

If I did not describe my heart
how it yearns for you how it
quickens at every sight of you

every instant when I first hear
your voice if I did not write of
how it races when you come near

that it has skipped when you
have touched me that it pounds
with the expectation of your

touch every beat so hard that it
shakes my body enough for you
to see if I chose to keep the

secret of its quiet rhythm in
the morning when I wake how long
I have lain quietly amazed as our

hearts beat in perfect synchrony
that I wondered how many minutes
would pass before their rhythms

diverged every word withheld as
I lay down my pen and lock it
away with its barren white sheets

if I swore not to describe my
heart would it stop beating
forever?

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