Sunday, July 17, 2005

A Sonnet

For the one whose spirit melts this icy soul.

Melting Ice

What lies beyond the winter's gaze?
Thine eyes alone can claim to see
Through the facade of this face,
Into the deepest part of me.

The heart of brick, of solid stone,
Wrapped in decay forevermore,
Thy love could break, and thine alone
And set my heart to soar.

But alas, this love may ever die,
Just as dark cannot exist in light;
'Tis no game, to be with such as I --
Nay, spare thyself this hateful plight.

As God is my witness (for God only knows),
I am but a thorn... and you are the rose.

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