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Sonnet X: (blankverse)

Posted by David Emeron on

If swore I: never to describe my heart;
How desperately yearns it so for you;
How quickens it at every sight of you,
At every instant when I hear your voice;

Withheld I: how it races when you near;
How might it skip whene’er you’ve touched my cheek;
To pound its expectation of your touch;
And hard enough, you see my body shake;

Kept secret I: its quiet morning pace;
Amazed, as beat our hearts in synchrony;
My wonder as they long would not diverge;
Then, locked my paper, pen, and ink, away;

If swore I: never to describe my heart;
Unheard, would then its beat forever still?

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Sonnet IX: (decasyllabic line rebalanced)

Posted by David Emeron on

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?

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Sonnet VIII: (decasyllabic line)

Posted by David Emeron on

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?

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

Sonnet VII: (14 lines by clause)

Posted by David Emeron on

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?

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