Selene and Endymion, Simeon Solomon, 1894, Tate Britain.
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Nay, this passion cannot in truth compare.
Dare I say I love thee? Rare for me
To pledge such unchained emotion.
Such a notion does not sit well within
This cowardly breast. I fear to say it
Lest I should be forsaken.
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Raymond G. Taylor
Author living in Kent, England. Writer of short stories and poems in a wide range of genres, forms and styles. A non-fiction writer for 40+ years. Subjects include art, history, science, business, law, and the human condition.
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Comments (8)
It is frightening sometimes. Nicely Done!!!
Yes! Love is more frightening than most horror stories (except, I guess, those that prey on our deepest vulnerabilities.) ⚡💙⚡
Afraid to say I love you. This was different. Well Done!!!
A non-declaration, declaration of love? Shades of Don Quixote! Lovely and sad, Ray! Truly an outside of the box challenge entry! Good luck!
Love can be a bit scary I suppose 😁
Oh no, no one should be forsaken. Loved your poem!
Hey Ray, you related to Shakespeare or was that first line from someone else. Good job.
Ooh, this one is deep, Raymond.