Looking Through

I would compare you to a Summer’s day-
The glorified glaze of mother nature’s pride,
But those words- so easily- melt away,
Like the leaves of a Winter’s tree denied.
No. To me thou art an open window,
Giving light to the darkest of corners,
My heart- for one- is ruptured by your glow.
You are fragile; like the souls of mourners,
I am the sill which holds you strongly.
You are every season of which I see
Through your glass eyes so clearly;
The Sun, the fields and the bluest sea.
But your captive walls remain a chain,
Because a window’s soul lies in its pane.

Author's Note

This is my first attempt at the sonnet form, I would love to know what you think!

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

"You are every season of which I see
Through your glass eyes so clearly;
The Sun, the fields and the bluest sea."
You did very well. The about lines I liked. I like the flow and the tone of the poem. Create vision with good description and allowed the reader to feel and see the views. Thank you for the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Areeba]

Ohmygosh that's one of the best poem I've read in a long time!!! Love, love, love it!!! Great work^^

[Trigorin]

Not bad. I'm not especially familiar with the requirements of sonnets, so I can't tell you if you did it technically correct or not, but I do love the image you presented here, and I think you've presented this really well. Well done.