There is a great difference between love,
Hatred and desire... But nothing compels
Us to maintain these differences of
Mood. Stay, save time, a tradition tells:
Appreciate the man, charming and noble
Tactful and from the west--helpfully bright
Her delicate structure was immobile.
Gilded and wide lion--a justified light
Glow of dancing matter--cupid in gold
A sort of permanent entry in her
Own love story. Colored stones, pent up old
Passions do not knock one out, a transfer
Of hesitation. An idea strained
And prone to deep feeling. Small, bright, and stained
DISCLAIMER:
This was a poem written for my Creative Writing class. It was a project where we took lines from other poems and made a sonnet from it. The poems where I took lines from are:
"Mood Which Gripped Me",
"The Use of Fetishes",
"Woman in Rose Dress",
"Weight, Hair, Length",
"Cockeyed",
and
"Highlights of The Twilight",
None of these words are mine. I took lines from each of these poems and pieced them together for this assignment.
