Poem of the Week
The only sonnet I have ever written:
My love is like a temple full of gold
Of marble stone with jewels shining bright
The lake is calm and green the water cold
My lantern guides me through the foggy night
On wooden planks of forest trees I tread
The waters in the darkness seem aglow
It's winter soon, the tree's leafs all have shed
I watch my step, though I know where to go
A feeling warm and welcoming inside
His marble heart in a sweet symphony
In winter, yes, that is where he resides
Though my heart knows all of his libraries
And, oh, you shiver walking through the snow
While I, my love, await the summer's glow