Sonnet

C. S. Douglas
Aug 31, 2018 · 1 min read
WilliamDyce FrancescaDaRimini 1845

Have you but a moment, only a spare moment?

I have brought some flowers, flowers for your grace;

Pardon if I stutter, my heart is quite a torment;

My words now without pattern are easy to enlace.

Please, receive my flowers; they are of crimson color

To portray my passion, a passion that quite burns;

I know that other suitors have bestowed you flowers

Yet mine will never hurt you for I’ removed the thorns.

Am I someone famous? Oh, no! ‘ Am only a rhymer

Who had lost his senses, dazzled by your cast;

I live by your reflection — call me a “dream climber…”

A Painter of Fantasies… a Sculptor… a Designer

Your Everlasting Futureyour Clock Without a Timer;

A Chaser of Fine Treasures — For I have found you at last…

C. S. Douglas

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