O love, thou art but as a fleeting dream
That passeth in the stillness of the night
To capture souls and fill with vain esteem
Then carry them above on wing'ed flight
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On the staves I am trapped in love's reprise in the pauses, the depth of love realized.
Wise words indeed! Wonderful as always! Last two lines, spot on! : -)
Sage advice from across the ages that that desired has its risks and the heart may indeed be fickle and love fleeting, a fine write in this succinct form.
wonderful preception of love.love can both keep us living and dying.~nb
Love is the best thing in the world. a fantastic poem. Ph would not let me leave a comment on your poem Sonnet II, it was another great poem.
Rush into love, repent at leisure, I was told when young, a great write Val.
Love often leaves one blind. So one should love with open eyes, firmly rooted on the ground. Such love will withstand all ravages of blind passion! One more love sonnet to your credit!
As we don`t live an eternal life, all the ingredients that constitute life should also be so.. Love has to fleet and therefore alone it is cherished. O love, thou art there.. that`s important Valerie. A fine addition indeed.
awsome. beautiful written.