"His Voice"
The thrill of his voice
Created a warmth
That rushed from my head
To my tummy within
I had no choice
But to let a swarm
Of butterflies rush in
Melted on the inside
Am I by not just your words
But your beautiful smile
Could I gaze upon you endlessly
This is absurd
Could one be so amazingly
Beautiful and talented?
Hi Jerelle. This form isn't representative of any of the sonnet forms we looked at. It's not Italian, not English, nor is it Shakespearean.
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