Wednesday, August 13, 2008

Bliss by the left foot (Sonnet...almost)

Oh how notes stream like water upon touch
To gloss over skin and hair and lips and hand
Playing blissfully through the ears of ours
And dance with feathers to fly in heaven's band
Oh music so sweet and savory please
I wish for her and I to soar forth tonight
Through the stars and moon as fire and breathe
Compose sweet symphony to sing our great flight
For love strings destined duets upon His stage
Forgiving kisses to our vice's next page

[Pentameter]
NOTE: Sonnets go by 3 Quatrains and a Couplet...

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