Peace in the middle (English Sonnet)

by Michael D Nalley   Aug 13, 2014


From strongest soldiers we desire decrease
that thereby mother's child might never die
But as the reaper should by time increase
her tender heir won't bear her memory
but yours contrasted to mine own bright eyes
feed the light flame with the substantial fuel
faking a famine where abundance dies
myself my foe, to my sweet self too cruel
you who are now the world's new adornment

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