Sonnet VI

Then came the day I decided I would

Stop writing of drunken love and passions;

Then came the day I learned that I could

Trade the high of infatuation

For a union of the placid kind

Not the brief intense turbulent affair,

Not the addiction of the frantic mind

But a lasting connection that dares

Let go of such a chase life-derailing

And choose content in love’s sweet silence

Over that which burns in flames but passing

For there is better joy in its absence.

    So do I throw my foolish fancies away

    And set my heart to see that fateful day. 

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Sonnet VI

March 23, 2021

I’m writing this as my sixth sonnet because I decided to scrap some of the earlier ones. I’m allowed to do that, right? Anyway, it’s my body of work so I guess I can.