For years I had no interest in style;
Anything beyond the bare minimum,
Was a prideful attempt full of guile;
A sinful affront to pure Christendom:
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But then my simple eyes fell upon you;
Just the graceful way you carried yourself,
Enthralled my heart, and changed my worldview;
From the chains of dullness, I freed myself.
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I still wear clothes of an ascetic class,
But now my mind absorbs what I give it;
From those that draw from an aesthetic past
I relish beauty whenever I sit.
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Many a live art piece has grazed my sight,
But they're all dwarfed by your grace's great height.
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Shackled Sonnets: A Collection of Poems
PoetryA collection of sonnets about that which I shall never have. A girl I love, but she loves another. I have only recently been reading and writing poetry because of her, so hopefully, my writing will get better as time goes on. Check back for a new so...
