Sonnet 4: Cold Hands

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
I have an obsession with keeping my hands warm, especially in winter, so I wanted to write a meditation on the subject. Though Petrarchan sonnets are a challenge to write in English, I felt it was the best format for something like this.

P.S.
If you look at my portfolio, you might ask "Where is Sonnet 3?" It exists, I just don't yet feel comfortable sharing it publicly. It's a secret for now.

Submitted: May 05, 2017

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Sonnet 4

 

I cannot stand my hands when they are cold,

If there's a chance that circumstance might bless

With brushing incident her hands' caress


With mine. It taunts my mind to dream so bold,

Of winter days to spend with her and hold

Her freezing fingers crossed 'twixt mine and press

My warmth to her. In 
this, I might possess

One single thing, to her, not brass but gold.

But this is life; infirmity is mine


As much as hers, despite my wish to show

Myself some casual hero and shine

On her my falt'ring light. And love, I know,

Does not depend on whether stars align

But if in both directions warmth can flow.


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