Tuesday, 2 June 2015

To write a book of sonnets thirty-three,
on topics such as unrequited love,
requires wielding of pen by kid glove,
for fear of reader's abject mockery,

This tome succeeds in telling its story,
of one man's love for one who shares it not,
and in that quest the man declares his lot,
as one untroubled by true love's glory,

I would have stopped the scribe at thirty-two
For thirty-three feels like a verse too far
its levity on this heart leaves a scar
and love is best expressed in powers of two

But sonnets twenty-six, elev'n and four
permit me to award this worthy score.

7/10