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Anniversary Sonnet 2See how my love doth lie in sweet repose.
What dappled phantasms doth she design
Within that Morpheus-entangled mind?
Does she dream of her dreams? Of rows and rows
Of books penned by her hand? Bouquets of rose
Or pink carnation gave by judges kind?
For once she danced. And like the Golden Hind,
She was pursued by many hunters' bows.
Is her dream mine? A simpl'r one for sure:
A lasting life, lived not for petty prize,
Nor accolades, nor suitor's heavy glance.
A dream not for myself. A dream for yours.
I hope that dream fulfilled. That when you rise
You've lived without a want for second chance.
Anniversary Sonnet 1How can I write a sonnet for this girl?
For one who's born for us a pair of lives.
For one as comfortable in jeans as pearls.
For one who'd willingly become my wife.
For one whose halitosis morning breath
Can still bestow a kiss like sweetest peach.
For one whose love has such enormous breadth
That e'en this addled fool's within its reach.
For one who held me when I lost my way.
For one who is a prop, a beam, a brace.
For one of dirty mind, who yet can say
She e'er was true. For one free of disgrace.
How did I write this poem now for thee?
You see, my dear, you've written it for me.
Darcy's Sonnet 2Why, it's the pull of a poignant evening
Is all that keeps me here. An old moment,
An older time when energy was spent
On you and me and every dream. I'd sing
Your evr'y praises 'round the hills and fling
Old caution to the wind. My rules bent
Near breaking and long from a repent.
Why lady fair, you know I'm past my spring.
Yet those old memories are not enough
To keep me coming back to you each night.
Instead I think it's how you've me beguiled.
For spending time within your love is rough
on soul and hide but when I hold you tight,
I'm soothed. /True/ love from you I know is mild.
Darcy's SonnetThe way she moves can just be called divine
For like if Fates had ever come to earth
She doesn't walk, she floats. And were she mine
Each day I'd find a way to prove my worth.
Although I've shared a kiss and had a taste
Of lips so full and held her close to me,
I feel as if each moment was a waste
For even now I still can't make you see.
I'd trade each glimpse of heaven in your eyes
And gladly give each moment in your arms
If I could simply make you realize
That I just want to keep you from all harm.
Your loving touch for my I would deny
To guarantee you'd always wear a smile
The Fox and the MoonNow... seasons and seasons ago, before I was born. Before even your mother was born, lived the first fox. Fox was a wily creature, and he loved to play tricks on the other beasts. He once dyed the tail of Hare a pure white, to make him easier to spot. He also stole Raven's voice, so that he could no longer sing. Understandably, the other beasts grew tired of his tricks, and so shunned him.
So. One night, the animals decided to throw a party. They prepared all manner of foods and games for the night, and everyone was invited, except for Fox. When he arrived, they drove him away. Badger even went so far as to threaten him.
"You, tricksy Fox, have caused us nothing but trouble." The Badger bellowed, "Now leave us before I am forced to /remove/ you."
The other animals all agreed and Fox slunk away, bitter at their reaction.
Well, Fox came up with a plan. Fox thought, 'They all enjoy their parties at night, so I'll do something about it!'
So he decided to steal the very moon that they used
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