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Love Sonnet 31

Rose for my love, the best that heaven owns,
The fairest Earth could bloom beneath the skies,
As tucked upon her hair instead of crowns,
Bestows well what the lack of crowns denies;
That wisp of cloudiness above her head,
Portends the coming of the sourest day,
Yet, does not damp the warmth her smiles have spread,
Though crickets chirp, thinking that night would lay;
Her sighs could drown this soft cacophony,
As ear discerns better the whispered word,
Within my heart, she plays a symphony,
And those who love would know its every chord;
…My love, the toast of early morning dew,
…Must be enough reason why roses grew.

I love the imagery that your poem invokes. Lovely!

Vendlyss wrote: ↑07 Feb 2018, 10:32 I love the imagery that your poem invokes. Lovely!

Thank you for your encouraging remark.

Another lovely poem, Revyrex. I particularly loved 'soft cacophony', an oxymoron that works beautifully.

Lincolnshirelass wrote: ↑08 Feb 2018, 04:21 Another lovely poem, Revyrex. I particularly loved 'soft cacophony', an oxymoron that works beautifully.

Thanks for your reply. You are so keen on the literary devices.