Sonnets

A game of love, served with wine
Players both of which are blind
Sweet infatuation
Such a shame, the way it dies

The parting speech so well rehearsed
Somehow lacks a closing verse
Sad to see it's over
So hard to say goodbye

It's a sad song
And there's no easy way to break the fall
You say it all
And these are but the sonnets I recall

An angry sea around the bend
A chartered course into the wind
A mother bears her children
With no man by her side

She plays two roles of mom and dad
Denied the life she'could've had
She speaks to me in pictures
I answer in rhyme

It's a sad song
And there's no easy way to break the fall
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These are but the sonnets I recall

A child is born to leave behind
Writings of his day and time
No respect while living
He's a hero when he dies

He spills his heart to those who'll cry
Serenades the wind and sky
People often listen
But they never realize

It's a sad song
And there's no easy way to break the fall
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Of all the sonnets written, most of all
These are but the sonnets I recall