A Shakespearean love sonnet...
...inspired by the perfect fallibility between lovers and the preciousness of that realization.
Thy heart froze locked in a muted despair;
Made weary, fractioned from past loves untrue.
O'er years of duties done with faithful care
brought bounties, but left roots that figured few.
Mine own love spent ‘til dim the flame in me.
What passion is there when the want recedes?
Thus I, convinced of love's futility,
would live vicarious though labored deeds.
Yet, broken parts can fit together so
create quite unintended brilliance and
the imperfections from our previous woe
our coupling borne from nostalgia does sand.
And we, beloved, fallible and flawed
have come together, consummate and thawed.
-Angela Shaffer
Thy heart froze locked in a muted despair;
Made weary, fractioned from past loves untrue.
O'er years of duties done with faithful care
brought bounties, but left roots that figured few.
Mine own love spent ‘til dim the flame in me.
What passion is there when the want recedes?
Thus I, convinced of love's futility,
would live vicarious though labored deeds.
Yet, broken parts can fit together so
create quite unintended brilliance and
the imperfections from our previous woe
our coupling borne from nostalgia does sand.
And we, beloved, fallible and flawed
have come together, consummate and thawed.
-Angela Shaffer