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Summer love

On summer days of soft gold rays of sun
I only want to be beside your side
In subtle games and teasing you for fun
You tickle back and then you run and hide

An ice-cube down my back and then a kiss
I drop you in the sea you pull me in
The silly fun can turn to perfect bliss
When every single game is played to win

Then night will fall and I will fall again
In love with you in every single way
The message that is thumping through my brain
I want to be with you through every day

Now Autumn's here but love remains the same
Each season brings another lover's game

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Its a Shakespearean sonnet.

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  • Rebekah-Ann silver member
    November 11

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    I love how you guys can love each other in each diffrent season! So often when things around us look bleek we tend to pull away from each other! Lovely poem!

    Thank you for entering!


  • Ronald Wiseman gold member
    October 15

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    Playful yet loving ...

    The form may be Shakespearean but the essence (through diction) is very modern.
    Best wishes in the contest, Jeff.


  • Mairi bheag gold member
    October 7

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    Nifty

    ... always nifty. You had me fooled for a minute, in the first line, into expecting a series of internal rhymes. The second line had rhyming words in a different place, and then the whole idea went up in smoke - I wondered what you were up to. Apart from my initial confusion, I enjoyed this Green-tinged English sonnet, and award you the Order of the Bunnies.

    (Just how many damned waistcoats have you got, by the way?)


  • Dalaney gold member
    October 7

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    I like the idea of each season bringing
    on another lover's game...I have often
    wondered how many poems have been written
    solely about love - you write it as if
    you created love to begin with Love, Lane