One Moment
5-31-08

I see beyond mine downcast eyes and quake, For love is sweet but I can know it not. I fear that I have made some grave mistake And let my life and soul from me be bought. My heart yet beats beneath this satin gown, Yet empty is the heart that knows not love. Though I might find all else that may be found, I'd ne'er know bliss on earth nor up above. I wish there was some way that you'd return, But now my time has passed and so hast thine. I cherish one sweet memory that burns-- One moment I was yours and you were mine. Though you now sing with choirs of heav'nly sound, I pray each day that you will come back down.

                       Obviously, this is not me. My best friend and I are writing a story together, and one character is an avid poetry reader. We figured she'd quote some semi-Shakespearean poet from their world on occassion, so I took it upon myself to make my foray into the world of iambic pentameter. This was my first attempt. If it gets used in the story, it's billed "Sonnet 29."

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