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This text is a playful look on the ancient god of love, Amor, and how we might improve his behaviour.

Love like the Arrow reins; a sonett

Love like the Arrow reins, bows the eye, then,
aims its prey; pace in veils with timely lace
as circles courtly sharpen feathered pens;
brow strings the eye, bites above the base.

Man and Woman, all alike, likewise like
to wisely tend the glow, in realms confined,
until stars, in due time, so decide
tempers to align, with fair, or vice, design.

...this false, approach me Love, and prove me wrong,
disarm, hand me arrow, bow, then, quiver;
am I right if I say, Love, you´re , in shivers?
Forge us Amour, Love, forge us, with a Song.

Lessons learned, we now pretend its peace,
until the fine prints ink, turns bleak, armistice.

Bunden vers (Sonett) av Olof Lagerhorn VIP
Läst 79 gånger och applåderad av 2 personer
Publicerad 2023-08-29 10:05

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  Marita Ohlquist VIP
Mycket att tänka på här.
Ja, både mannen och kvinnan måste vårda glöden, annars falnar den och blir till aska.
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