Date Posted:21:01:47 03/23/03 Sun Author: Zach Dubel Subject: Re: Becoming Shakespeare: Write Your Own Sonnet (LESSON 4) In reply to:
Mary Cowperthwait
's message, "Re: Becoming Shakespeare: Write Your Own Sonnet (LESSON 4)" on 19:41:18 03/23/03 Sun
>When I look upon my ladies eyes,
>I feel a bloom inside my heart.
>Thou's heart beats like that of wings upon flies,
>And to me begins a race to start.
>It's for thee I long,
>Wishing for my lady to cling.
>For inside thee's eyes erupts a song,
>Almost saying how thee wishes to sing.
>But thee heart to win,
>Is like that of a rare flower.
>If I do not win the love of thee, upon me there will
>be a sin,
>For thee I will go to the tallest tower.
>My love for thee,
>Shall always be a blosoming tree.
oh, one thing, the iambic perameter thing is a little non-existant, but the rest of it, like word choice, description, the flow of it. its great
