If words are not enough to melt your heart,
Then ev'ry kiss I place is wasted still,
For I cannot with simple love impart
The message from within my beating quill.
At times, the act of love is far too trite
To quite convey the feelings that I own;
And so I try to set this flame alight
With words that I have nurtured and have sown.
So please accept my love, if through a page,
For all the ink you see is drops of blood;
My words are all I have to break your cage -
My pen is all I have to quell the flood.
If you should find my kiss is not enough,
Then understand my verse is full of love.
Whoa Ben! You know that every woman wants a man to feel this way about her don't you?
This is a man driven crazy by his love for this woman ... making love just isn't enough to convey how he feels, so if this poem doesn't make her swoon, then neither will the act of making love ... for this is where his true emotions lie ... he feels so intensely that he bleeds the words, his pen beats as his heart with his message of love for her.
A flawless sonnet m'lord - perfect and swoon-worthy! :-) x
Who is the lucky woman? Wow, the sonnet overflows with love and your superb writing! This was sincere and bold. Once again, a great write Ben. I think I will re-read this for a lot of times to remember that love is such a beautiful thing.