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99. LOVE, Sonnet

The sweet bliss of TIME

is its passing; for it LEAVES

memories'  TRACES.



I sought  the  truest of LOVE :

YOUR spirit MY spirit  KNOWS.

Time  Leaves  Traces  Love  Knows.



Heights reached by our  HEARTS

reason could not climb nor FIND

without INSPIRATION;



our hearts : gentle beasties,  COMMUNING

with word, pulse, in FULFILLMENT.

Hearts Find Inspiration, Commuming, Fulfillment.





LOVE : the sole, logical act

where ev'ry heart finds it own.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Trying to blend the feeling of a Shakespearean Sonneteer, wrapped in a Tankaser's brevity, and showing how uncomplicated a true feeling of Love can be.  The "summation" is required for Sonnet-form parameters. And, of course, there is the true meaning.

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©23 November 2002 - 1:21am — TREXPATTON
3 December 2002 - 12:21am — hhickson
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You had asked me had I seen this one before and last I looked all I got was the heading. This is...different. Catchey. I believe it says what you want.

Huck

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26 November 2002 - 8:23am — salphire5
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Your poem is complicated in its simplicity.
You have demonstrated a clever blend of styles.
Nicely done Teddy.

FM Salphire