I wrote a sonnet for kicks and giggles this past spring and submitted it into the Trinity's OPUS poetry competition. It won first prize and I'm pretty proud of it. So here it is:
Sequestered lies your love upon a shelf,
Bethought too frail to hold in silken gloves.
Yet loving me you thence would find yourself;
The beloved seeks to mirror what she loves.
'Speak not of love 'til finding self is done' -
Your creed is blind to how love does create;
For pale, sweet moon reflects the splendid sun,
And my spirit does your nature imitate.
If from that shelf you would your love remove,
With me you'd find your image, fair and true.
Its constancy my heart would ever prove
by seeking to unearth still more of you.
And so, dear heart, abandon here your quest -
For love in love will find eternal rest.
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