PROMPT: Write an English sonnet.
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My dear beloved, thou art my greatest hate
No bigger foe or fiend that dared oppose
Could thus compare to one brought forth by fate
To sate this lust for blood, as sweet as rose
We fought for many years, so fierce yet matched
Hearts beat for every scar, such bliss yet pride
Till came a day, alas, you grew attached
Your eyes, they shone, of fear you could not hide
A fear of what or whom, I did not know
I thought, at first, a weakness had been sowed
But love? ... Love! Please, say it is not so
I will not let you break the hate we vowed
So, dear beloved, my sword your life will spill
Until the day your love my hate will kill
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Poezie❝ Let us dive in deep, past our smiling reflections. ❞ A collection of my occasional forays into poetry, mostly revolving around themes of identity and connection (to others or ourselves). A lot of these pieces were written for prompts, which will b...
