Marika's Sonnet.

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: November 18, 2016

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I do not ask you to understand, I am, yet what I am.
And as a man I dare not speak the role given by heavenly host,
Fear not because the passions of my words are not yet lost,
Emerald is the heart who see's the pleasures of their lovers woe's
I too fear to hand over the heart of my ghost,
dare I gamble this fragile honesty
in such lustful throes,

And yet I stand, and give.  Like warmth lost.
I've given passage to where I allowed no others to trod,
A place where none have ever seen me laugh or wept,
Only there can I speak in truth to my awaiting god,
And each sleep is as sweet as it was in childhood where I sweetly swept,
Without the troubles and fears of mortal life,A warmth I hope
you come to know,  For you my dear,  are precious as the morning sky.


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