My Helena of My Troy

Helena’s cheek all Art of Beauty set

Helena nay Helen, her poor decoy

Helena hath come like a gust of wind

To breathe Life to my cold and withered Heart

My Heart she taught a new and pleasant Life

Renewed my Passions, spurred along my loins

Refreshed my Heart, showed my broken Soul care

Pushed through my cloak to start this new, pure Love

Her eyes are her Soul Loving, calm and pure

They cleanse my horrish Sin, wash away guilt

Her flesh feels pure and milk on my dead skin

Again my eyes, my skin feel fresh again

Her Blood trickles down my eager tongue

My blood she feels, she tastes, she wants for Love

Her angel blood mixed with mine, mine with hers

Creates our bond that forever be there

Our twin’d Souls, our warm’d Hearts, now Free

Sustains our bond that forever be Love

My Helena of My Troy

robharper

Joined February 2008

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a Shakesperean sonnet, written in iambic pentameter, in dedication to a certain woman in my life

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