Underestimate the power of poetry? Write a note for the one you love this Valentine’s day with a little inspiration from a Shakespearean sonnet or two…
The planets move inside my ancient heart;
I sense them burning brightly as they go;
The vastness of their bodies love can chart,
Within the mindful emptiness I know.
Do not displace the music from mine ears;
Whatever I must suffer, love or tears,
The essence of my better self remains.
These poems are not perfect, nothing be,
As such, I see perfection in their errs;
The lights are coming closer, do you see?
The star of our destruction horror scares.
The universe will frown at heaven’s crime;
The bells of ceaseless steel mark his time.
I wait for you to say the word, my sweet;
Perhaps I judge you ill, but since your lips
Have nibbled both on fear and passion’s meat,
I must observe engagement’s rules and tips:
A little mark of doubt did come to pass,
And though it as no major flag of red,
I still am trained to look through filtered glass
For any sign of danger, as I tread.
Yet, having said all that, your every line,
Now whispered to me, far across the earth,
Suggests I should suspect a love divine;
That we may more than practise giving birth.
I know this fact: pure beauty is your face,
But should my art demand, I ne’er replace.