Wednesday, June 5, 2013

Sonnet 24: No Winters Storm, Or Tempests Vile Power Comments

Rating: 4.9

No winters storm, or tempests vile power
Can wrest my love for thee from my bosom
Thou art dearest my love’s sweetest flower
That doth form our gardens greatest blossom.
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David Wood
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Dave Walker 06 June 2013

Love is the best thing in the world. A great poem.

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R.j. Wynn 06 June 2013

Crazy good craftmanship.

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Wahab Abdul 05 June 2013

''But will Love’s passion last the test of time Or Love’s ardour’s cool like the summer’s rain? '' great question, here i have one question why do you use 'thou ' 'thee' in post-modern poetry? i just wonder... however, i enjoyed the poem...10..

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Tirupathi Chandrupatla 05 June 2013

Love is a flower that must be tended Another sonnet about tender love. Thank you.

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