
SONNET POEM: In whispers of the twilight's gentle hue,
A sonnet weaves its tale of love and woe,
Embracing words that long to dance and flow,
Each syllable a note, harmonious and true.
Within these fourteen lines, a canvas pure,
I paint emotions with the poet's grace,
Unveiling depths of longing's tender face,
And dreams that in the poet's heart endure.
Oh, let me craft a sonnet just for you,
With rhymes that blend in perfect harmony,
And verses that reveal a love so true,
An ode to your enchanting melody.
For in this sonnet's rhythm and its beat,
Lies my soul's song, a gift so bittersweet.




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Peace is what the soul wants