Sonnets

Who is left to restore our broken land?
Through blood and death we broke free of our chain,
Yet find in victory so few remain
With the strength and will to retake command.
So many of our people fought to withstand
The cruelty of those who caused us pain.
Hope for the future and what we can gain
Are simply no longer a sufficient plan.

There is a man who our hero calls king.
Someone fit for the dawn of a new age
Where instead of violence, leaders shall bring
Peace and harmony. Let us temper our rage
So that our kingdom may prosper, and sing
Songs to celebrate the turning of this page.

You hold my soul like putty in your hand,
It is for you to do with what you will,
My will is powerless and shan’t withstand
The passions ‘pon my heart your love instills.

For when my eyes first touched upon your face,
At once I knew that love was something real,
And only once I felt your sweet embrace
Would every wound upon my heart now heal.

Together we create something sublime;
Romance the world may never know again,
Yet I can surely feel the march of time,
Reminding me that we are mortal men.

The tragic truth with which I must contend,
That love, like life, will always meet its end.

The day I first held you within my arms,
I knew that things would never be the same,
For you enthralled me with all of your charms
Before your mother had thought of a name.

A form so small yet oh so full of life;
Who ever knew that such a thing could be?
To guard this helpless babe against all strife,
That is the only purpose left for me.

My hollow life has now been filled by you,
All other purpose has been left behind,
Our fresh but stalwart bond provides the glue
That keeps the two of us always entwined.

The story of my life has now unfurled,
For you alone shall stand atop my world.