a variation of sonnet 116

a contest entry for classical poetry

‘Tis infatuation I feel,

Thy growing interest in thou!

‘tis not yet love,

a betoken sign if there is one.

 

I beseech thee,

that this feeling will not go deep,

for sure it will not end in blithe,

but the opposite of it.

 

I feel  impuissant,

To ‘tis feeling,

I know I will regret it,

but less pain for me.

 

The pulchritude of love

which can be plumbless

and will be refulgent

will only be cherished from afar

Author's Note

an attempt only

Reviews

[Raj Sahu]

You used a chain of tough but powerful words in it and I like it. Indeed a good attempt and it is successful. A good read.
Thank you!
Hearty Congratulations!!

[sette]

thanks for the appreciation

[C. Lee Battaglia]

I feel impuissant,
To ‘tis feeling,
I know I will regret it,
but less pain for me."

Very touching and a beautiful read!
Your writing flowed like water!
It had me captivated in the story that you told.
Thank you for your excellent poetry!

Your friend,

C. Lee Battaglia

[sette]

thank you my friend for the wonderful review

[C. Lee Battaglia]

You are very welcome!

[Neville]

Gotta go grab my thesaurus but hey, that's me and otherwise looks and sounds impressive.......Keep em coming.......................Neville

[sette]

thanks my friend it is just an attempt i was challenged by the contest

[Neville]

Well done you, very well done..............Neville

[sette]

thank you very much my friend it means a lot

[Neville]

always a pleasure........

[Jimmy Yetts]

A lovely offering.
Not, at all, an easy thing to do.
Very fine version!

[sette]

thanks much jimmy