Winter's End

Shakespearean Sonnet I had to do for a project..modeled after his 18th Sonnet. Suggestions and critique are welcome :)

This day is as sweet as winter's long reign

but still bitter as the cold, stinging wind

alas, all this will have been done in vain

for I will not get to see you again

You are so fair as the new-fallen snow

equally as bright are your smiling eyes

this I say with deep regret and sorrow

our near parting will turn to my demise

The slow, somber dance of withering leaves

will all-too-soon become that of our own

love's last touch you will finally receive

till silvery moon is by sun outshone

Now that it is spring I must set you free

but nothing's truer than my love for thee

The End

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