Category: Petrarchan Sonnets

Wish I Were With You

Oh, I wish I were with you up above
So we both might make love afresh each day
And pen grand sonnets that no man shall shove
Out of their dying yet unending way.

Those Days at School

If I could time trek, straight to school I’d go
because the thoughts that to me are cherished
belong to school and wish not to be perished;
Weren’t they the days when each hoed one’s own row?