Sonnet: To Thee Who Loves Me Just as Grand

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[The bright side of depression, in my case, is my renewed faith to our Creator. With all honesty, it was during that lowest point of my life, when I fully realized His love, grace, and compassion. That amid the severity of my health battles: I completed my degree, now working for a decent company and out of Rx—I truly feel so blessed. So, to Him be all the glory and praise! But in deep gratitude, I scribbled a sonnet (a little polished this time, having the iambic pentameter of abab cdcd efef gg), and all for this growing agape I have inside. Blessings to you all! Aloha kakou and mahalo nui everybody!]




I am somebody because you love me.
Yes, nobodiness . . . Emily’s business;
But immersed, to love you is my heart’s decree.
Yours is a masterpiece of quaintness.
Enduring, liberating, promising,
Divine, unconditional, eternal—
Yours and yours alone is everlasting!
Yours and yours alone . . . sovereign perpetual!
Perhaps I was at some point nobody.
Perhaps to some ears, . . . a ding, or a pop.
Perchance to some eyes, a blank, a void, Ye.
Perchance to some some, nothing but a dot.
_ But I vowed my head; I clasped my hands.
_ I heard you say you love me just as You’re Grand.

Sonnet: Twice the Beat

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[As a self-taught poet, I wrote many odes, ballads, and even haikus—but not a sonnet—because it’s extremely hard. As it is made of 14 lines with 10 syllables each and ideally rhyming. Usually something of deep desire, sonnets are the “forte” of the great William Shakespeare (who is especially known for iamb characteristics). Finally, and thankfully, I penned one down. Please bear with my first. Feel free to comment “for my missus” guys. I love you! And thank you so much!]




Why iamb goes double when I think of you?
I’m sure, espresso has nothing to do.
Not about the abs; no, not that one too!
Just as Valli sings, haven’t lay hands too.
How true? You; iamb. You; iamb, iamb.
Poems, blues, text, emojis in pink— . . . think those too.
Maybe when you say my name that would do.
Can Venus or the stars blink for some clues?
Why most answers are at-large? Got it woods!
For whatever reason, . . . just thanks, I’m alive.
Grateful for our to-dos—-I really do!
Spring wind gently brushing skin: Thrive dream, thrive!
Summer sun peeps, . . . and so thoughts of shave ice.
You; iamb. You; iamb, iamb, iamb.




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