Love Is Blind

This is my first attempt at a sonnet.

What is love when one is melancholy?

A commendation by salutation?

Reference to joy and adulation?

Enchantment and tenderness blind thy sight,

Your amorousness is but a foolish

Attachment that masks with jubilations!

As adulations seek approbation

We fall for all foolish blandishments. Lies.

We acclimate into a senseless state

And deference is our only true choice

Yet with deepest reverence I offer

You great perspicacity and reveal

The true meaning of love and affection.

Love is simply folly. A lovers game.

 

By underwriter     6/1/2011

Author's Note

A modified sonnet 14 lines with each line having 10 syllables.
Just trying it out.

Reviews

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I really enjoyed this piece.
I thought it was very well written.
I like this form, well done.