Rare Spark

My first sonnet, be gentle :)
 
 
Spring's arrival strikes to this profound decor,
of a' rosemary's sweetness she likes the one' who's for.
Mystery... quelling the statement of this untimley starry night,
Long to search for recognition, this blinding blurry light.
Often wanting to find that whom was behind th' mold,
could certainly have more to the mind than appearance would behold.
For such a feeling thast estrangles ones mind, can surely alter two.
plunging through the feeling thast has us bind, forever will renew.
Always an' forever, throughout this hateful an' violent land,
I shalt' aid you through our painful times, here.. take mine' hand.
Though the songbirds symphony or the budding springtimes spores,
canst' not compare to every single moment mine heart aches an' gnaws.
this ol' heart awoke for love thast' is inner, thatst' is countless,
For every single stroke of time without you I'm amountless.

◄ Tales of Bothnia

Miss Rose ►

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