Sonnets II & III by Justin T. Monelt The Society March 28, 2016 Beauty, Culture, Poetry 1 Comment Sonnet II The spark which lights my innermost desire, whose flame burns fierce in Spirit and in vein, your blinding glory makes my heart aspire to grasp the highest good one can attain. Of all the worthy joys that I could gain from all the ecstasies of earth’s delights, I’d bask in all the glory of your fame before I sink to know those lesser sprites. And if I’m yet to know those holy heights, the strength of which would make my soul a king, aside your royal passion and your light I’d finally come to grasp those greater things. The world that cannot know of such delight stands back and trembles lamely at the sight. Sonnet III My love is likened to a rose in winter by those who pick the daffodils in spring, but those who pick the daffodils do hinder the beauty that the dainty flower brings. For they are not all worthy of such things; such timeless beauty can’t and won’t be wrought by brutish hands that dominate and squeeze and crush the precious beauty that they sought. And for the brutish laity, who thought that my poor rose would wither out and sour: it is pure love and gentleness that brought to springing life all of God’s wondrous flowers. So let the spring time lovers have their fill, in winter I will love my sweet rose still. Justin Monelt is a 22-year-old poet living in New York. Featured Image: “The Sonnet” by William Mulready. NOTE: The Society considers this page, where your poetry resides, to be your residence as well, where you may invite family, friends, and others to visit. Feel free to treat this page as your home and remove anyone here who disrespects you. Simply send an email to firstname.lastname@example.org. Put “Remove Comment” in the subject line and list which comments you would like removed. The Society does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or comments and reserves the right to remove any comments to maintain the decorum of this website and the integrity of the Society. Please see our Comments Policy here. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) One Response Sheri-Ann O'Shea March 31, 2016 Love is seen to confer almost its own priesthood. The enduring yet fragile nature of love is strongly evoked – and the rhyming couplet unifies; it crowns the whole. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.