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I know not how he bore the loss of her.

To live on as life’s meaning swift departs.

His mad heart must’ve bled from the torture.

Is agony all memory imparts?

Her scent, her laughter, lingered all around.

A broken man sits, void of emotion;

Drink numbing the longing of lovesick wounds.

To exist now held no expectation

Many a tear wasted, gone and away,

Let love be buried, lain with her to rot.

Oh, how heaven keeps his treasure at bay!

What a sad ending their passion has wrought.

He lies down, accepting life without her;

Forgetting that true love can never die.




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Puzzle This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Feb. 1, 2013 at 12:52 am:
Very good! I love your flawless Iambic pentameter. :) Constructive criticism: Make a title. "A Sonnet" Doesn't pluck a reader and drag him in. I won't suggest a title, as that is entirely your choice. :) But please do one. Next, In sonnets, it is excactly has the same format you used, however, Your couplet (last 2 lines) at the end should rhyme. "Her" and "die" frankly don't. Also, on your rhyming, I love it. The slante... (more »)
 
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kittykatPhillips said...
Mar. 15, 2010 at 2:48 pm:
this is a really really an amazing sonnet keep writing no mater wat your work is asome :)
 
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