My Shakespearean Sonnet – Comments Welcome

Title: The Lustful

By Andrew Lane

Hither me most thus did say to thee
I thirst the fermented vine of your mind
I replenish souls of forsaken with kind
Like sweet words of sparrows aloft flaunt me
Seven sunsets show riches hidden your tree
Time ever slithers, my limbs grind
Push the fair marrow of skin for thee find
A thought too fierce for my ears to see

For thee will bring me more than cupid’s bow
Bring forth thy horses, thy ravenous heart
A stones heavy heart be stills me from thy tow
Trust thy no more than the custard from tart
Lurking shadow misfortune will live again
Though tears heal gaping wounds, I sleep in vain

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