Sonnet #1

Picby Marc Lionhart11 Jul 2013

The raindrops fall under my lovers eyes
A multitude akin to memory
While deathly squalls rage a casket of lies
The gentle winds do fly so carelessly
A vow to remain forever my own
At first seems as effortless as the sky
Yet as the seeds of chaos will be sewn
The future grows impossible to find
Amidst a cluttered perception remains
The most intrinsic and complex of plans
Despite false pretence garnished with hence stains
Forever will we travel hand in hand
Eternity is merely an obstacle
To trounce with truth so sweet and amicable