The Walter Robin Manuscripts

I read in your form all the classic romances: As I cast my eye like a fowler’s net; Your eyes searching souls with soft, subtle glances; And I see you start whene’er ours are met.
The fancy for loving ensnares you, enraptured,: You dream of a lover worthy of thee; Your soul’s surrender as Love’s prisoner captured,; Locked in the arms that binds your love free.
For desperate desire, pride submits to passion: Fearing your scorn and yet scorning to fear.; Decked and adorned in Love’s finest fashion,; I’ll bolster my will with a drop of good cheer.
At last I may speak with affection unmasked.
Your joy answers all of the questions unasked.

In this sonnet I set out to fulfill better the potential of the style by injecting more meaning to each line and each phrase.

This was achieved by using more complex words, and, actually, by having more to say.

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