
To Be Sincere
Pray, expect I not from thee, sweet dame,
More than what courtesy doth bid thee claim.
Cold kisses, like the frost of morn’s embrace,
A form observed, yet void of passion’s flame.
I seek no lies to cloak thy truest face,
Nor shadows where thou hid’st thy heart’s disgrace.
For he who cannot fool his own soul’s sight,
Dares not let falsehoods in his truth take place.
We share the vices that in darkness creep,
And know full well the errors that we keep.
Suspected of a crime with no trace left,
Where sin doth fade, and secrets softly sleep.
Yet, perchance, in time’s unyielding flow,
Our eyes may meet, and truth’s bright seed may grow.
About the Creator
Jaciel Silva
In an era of rapid technological advancement, many believe machines can replace human writing. However, I believe no algorithm can capture the emotion, personal touch, and unique perspective a writer brings to their craft.




Comments (2)
Wow, so romantic and you had me smiling in the end 🥰 Amazing story, Jaciel~
Great sonnet! Great work! Elegant