I anxiously await the moment. Quick
Arrive! Before my heart untangles more
Vital organ, filled with no politic
Just lead the way that represents allure.
For you, a thousand suns presented strong
If only I could offer you much more
Unless my mind has tricked me and gone wrong
Nothing more would be worse except for tore,
One straight through my heart for the world to see
A tea that's deep, of canyon proportion
So bearing the pair of eyes watching me
Unable taking pain, big distortion
Equality thought trade does not seem fair
Especially to my heart. I can't bear.
9/22/10
Iambic Pentameter - English Sonnet
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