writing badge: poetry

i definitely have a lot more respect for his talents know . hear’s my sonnet, or my attempt on a sonnet.

 

The point of no return is where we head

When life’s never ending challenges did

Beset I promise, my love, we will dread

Every decision we made but, chide

Not our love for it yields our happiness

Don’t remember our torrid days that were

Filled with endless fights; for its mere madness

To forget the love we share, if it were

Up to me, I will mend those hateful things

I said by making every word I utter hence

Twice as joyous as the harsh words that sting

And I promise to adhere to such a sense.

For your love imbues my desire to change

And get back to our former serene exchange.

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