Friday, March 27, 2009

Sonnet 40 ~ Your Perfect Eyes; They're All I Can See




Sonnet 40 ~ Your Perfect Eyes; They're All I Can See


Abundant love spawns confidence in mine own true love.

What are you searching for, that you don’t already possess?

My sweet love, you know not what true love is… because my love for you is pure, and was yours from the start.

You take my love and use it against me in search of something more.

What is it you hope to find when undeniably my heart is yours for the taking.

But, you turn away, using my heart’s own beauty ignited in pursuit of love unknown.

And I can’t blame you, it it’s my heart that lights the fuse of loves pursuit, for it multiplies in vigorous force

Still, never satisfied; as you risk deceiving me, by neglect of thought and self.

Indulging in adulterated nonreciprocal notions; without pursuit of all of me in truth and realm.

I forgive you for taking my heart alongside… my beautiful thief… though you’re taking all that I am.

It is so much more heart-wrenching to be hurt by my own love’s ignition, than by the hand of the enemy.

You, my wonderful and beautiful light, easily persuaded by everything bright and luminous—even in death of your infliction; you are never my adversary.

~ j. marshon
adaptation w. shakespeare sonnet 40

Thursday, March 5, 2009

Sonnet 22 ~ One Love




Sonnet 22 ~ One Love

There is no apparent sign of aging as I look in the mirror,

Through your eyes, I relish in life’s beauty;

But, as time carries on three-fold, and inflicts you alongside,

Then I’ll know time’s toll quavers near.

For as beautiful silk gracefully adorns my body

Your beauty envelops my heart,

Two hearts beating as one… your heart lives within mine;

So if this is truth… how can I be perceivably older than you?

Take care of yourself my love

As I take care of myself, not so much for I, than for you;

You live within me… your heart the most precious notion

I protect it as a carefully as a mother heeds her child.

Your heart remains with me beating beyond the end of mine own.

Your greatest gift to me… your heart residing amid mine forever.

~ j. marshon
adaptation w. shakespeare sonnet 22