her eyes dart past ne’er dare an ache to find
the one whose eyes are still and locked on her,
the one who once had made her wake and stir:
for her, simple avoidance is easier in kind.
what of me then, the one who so steady aches?
is it wrong to love one that is so unknown,
yet in turn known to me in ways alone?
oh will he love, simply for loving’s sakes?
the love will go on yet, go on it will.
he has no reason, no price to sell off love.
then now, what’s to come of his pride and show?
his will is strong, his due resolve is still.
when come blue skies, be it a push or shove,
he will laugh once more for then he will know
*while not a true petrarchan sonnet, as the rhyme scheme isn't fully there, I think the volta is pretty strong, and I had fun writing it.hey guys, I like sonnets now!
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