A quick piece of iambic pentameter inspired by my two favourite poets of yesteryear, William Shakespeare and John Donne.
Shall I compare thee to a sonnet verse?
Though art more lovely and more musical.
Rough winds prevent time needed to rehearse,
Though summer’s lyrics remain whimsical.
Sometime too vague a sonnet’s matter reads,
And often is it bare of all intent;
And every ‘fair from fair’ shows poet’s needs
To court and woo; their love’s escape prevent!
But thy inspired sonnet is no plea,
Nor shall it lose the message I profess.
I think to Donne when you are not with me:
“When I am gone, dream me some happiness”.
So long as artists make, or lovers kiss,
So long I’ll love, as I gave life to this.