Wenz Sonnet #8-By my little Sis Wenz
My love is a camp of burning fireIt comes and goes like people passing by
It’s not dissolved through my hot desire
Ignore me and let the sensation die
And how it appears my exceeding heat
Never calmed by your heart-frozen ice
Instead I be ablaze in steaming sweat
And sense my flames temperature burst high
What further exclusive love can be told?
The hot fire that melt all emotions
And ice solidify tears that long hold
Should kindle fire aid lost devotion
Such is power of love never depart
The strength that embrace our trembling heart
posted by Y @ 1/28/2004 05:22:00 AM
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