Sonnet VII: Love's Monument Stands
One of my favorite sonnets
Swiftly does the breeze shape stone slabs and hills
Statues of grandeur tower graciously
Though mellow and meek, emotion for thee
Terrible ice and forth, it shall stand still
Whether winds blow westward or stay stationed
Forever shall my course lead me to vow:
“Ever shall wheel’s direction not allow
Diversions to lend me far devotion”
Through severing streams of stonecold torrents
Have the weather elements model me
A marble block with soft parts shed for thee
Chiselled hard to perfect embodiment
Epilogue marks a masterpiece to be done
Only then can I claim I am the one