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Click hereYou were my first love;
faced the terrors with me.
Unable to avoid fates shove,
we now relish in not being free.
Horrors we were sure would come to pass
faded to nothingness as our love grew;
now grown to a love pure as Venetian glass,
with impish daughters who adore Pooh.
You give me your spirit - my heart your heart.
I give you my mind, body and soul;
being so tightly bound, we’d perish if apart;
no longer four pieces, but now a whole.
We bind the love of yours, mine and ours into powerful things;
Forever signified by the exchange of these rings.
Sonnets scare me. I don't think I'm capable of writing one. It's getting the meter right that scares me. I love the terzanelle. I'm okay with villanelles and a few other forms. Anyway, glad you tackled the sonnet! There is one line in it that stands out: "now grown to a love pure as Venetian glass." I really like the Venetian glass. Nice touch. I once had a conversation, with another poet, about form poetry and cliches. When you're writing a form poem, it's difficult not to fall into the cliche trap, while looking for the required rhyme. Example: "my heart your heart/I give you my mind, body and soul." But I know this is meant for someone special and I bet, like a safe bet, she'll love every word of it.