Sonnet IV: The Vesper's Travel

Cheesy teenage writing. I'm only leaving this here because of nostalgia.

There lies in me a nullness of the night
Surveying the sky for signs of delight
Brushed by the cool breeze, touched by its tassels
The mortuary flames regain fuel

Each evening a lone journey unravels
She sets off to the dark trail and travels
Years have passed and no sign of happiness
Until a time came has she seen finesse

Caressed and cradled, soft and lush a treasure
His image: destiny beyond measure
In the hearth of this impeccable beau
Is eternity through which her breath flows

In the epitome of such essence
Have I found the one, his magnificence

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