A Petrarchan Sonnet portraying hope and beauty.
A picturesque and tranquil wooded glade
The perfect vision for a morning walk
As tiny chanting birds about me flock
Through gentle sway of trees the sunbeams fade
Sweet moments here that I would never trade
In quiet contemplation without talk
I sit atop the cool, moss creviced rock
Our circumstances in my head replay
I’m hoping thee will give me half a chance
To touch thy gentle heart with sweet amour
Explore the splendor of a true romance
Because thou art the one that I adore
Please open up thy soul for just one dance
And I’ll be at thy side forevermore
—Michele Cameron Drew
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