I cast my doubt upon the low morn tide.
So keen to grasp a hold on her warm hand,
should she accept this move, I'll step in stride,
and I would start each day atop marshland.
My heart and soul would march to her command.
The day unfolds; light fades into clouds grey.
Carefree sweethearts view waves above the strand.
Such glee comes as two souls enjoy this day.
Breathe deep the scents of near wild bloom bouquet!
Love's thoughts abate the noise as waves roll hard
upon large rocks, capriciousness could sway
flirtations grasp reserved, too fast; safeguard
distinct fond times our swoon constrained, has calmed,
thus this short-lived romance, at last, has bombed.
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Author Notes
Spenserian Sonnet, a sonnet in which the lines are grouped into three interlocked quatrains and a couplet and the rhyme scheme is abab, bcbc, cdcd, ee.
Developed from my writing class. Thank you Jim for all the coaching.
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