A flower for a star upon I wish

A sonnet

Whose beauty’s fancy’s most amazing muse,

which prudence never saw before it stood

the brightest first in(quick)through quiet eve,

in(quaint) a florid grove amid a wood.

Beyond what sense can find or secrets hide

or dreams demand and wants inspire, passion

is perfect your seeming and reason for

deeming: most divine in every fashion.

But hoydens never cried for broken nails,

and stars do not descend because I ask.

Groves do not appear upon my window,

but truly florid once I walking plucked

(of gardens with the same as stars exist)

this flower for the one upon I wish.

Author's Note

anything's the biggest appreciation

Reviews

[Chy]

Really makes you think, and I really like things that make me think

[Xander West]

I like your work. Inspires one to think. After reading it, I want to write.

[D.G]

, Sir! Thank You
as well, I am greatly inspired if I can inspire others
to write. especially

this(to me told)'s as constructive as anything. Thanks again,