A Love Unbroken

This is another sonnet; this time less personal but still adhering to the traditional style and form.

From her bed she watches moonlight slither

through cracks she cannot close;

and neither drink nor song nor prose

will mend the heart, so let it wither.

 

Let it fall as dust on winds uncertain;

sink to the ground to be with he.

But God will never hear her plea,

for faith has been forgotten.

 

His kiss, as fresh as memories born

haunts forever on her neck.

So softly, she may spin and check

in sleepless hope of his return.

 

Bound is she to weep her vows unspoken,

lost in the hourglass of a love unbroken.

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

The unbroken is unspoken and with a love token ...Bravo

[V. P. Trujillo]

Hah, it has been quite some time since I read something as well writ as this. Definitely very very well done. I enjoyed it, I'd say you could have a career ahead of you, indeed.

[The Seasonal Girl]

Your words have such intensity that reading them is a pleasurable experience. At some point, we are broken with such unborken love, and that feeling you have captured it so beautifully, weaving it in night times when such feelings sizzle and burn the heart, when dreams should kiss the eyes but reality reveals its darker side.

Love this, its one among my personal favorites! :)

[Michelle N. H.]

Sharp and clever in its simplicity. You caught my immediate interest by the very first rhyme which made me curious about the rest of your poem's content. That doesn't always happen, I sometimes force myself to continue on reading in the hope of finding something to spark my interest, but not in this case. A very pleasant piece :)

[Al R. Arce]

Welcome! This is a very nice piece. Correctly written, flows, and is not forced! I'll be reading more of you! Looking forward to more challenging themes!