O my dearest heart, thou hast shed a tear,
casting melancholy shadows within.
Your continence has brought my soul so near,
‘tis liken to a concert violin.
The burdens of many, loom within your heart
and you forgot my pain in crescendo.
I beg you dearest; set my strings apart,
hear me, without callus innuendo.
At the concerts’ end, silence fills the hall.
You pick me up, caress my finished wood.
Feel the trust, in an instrument so small
and finely tuned with love that’s understood.
So dear, see my strataverious heart;
regain my trust and n’er tear it apart.
Author notes
English Sonnet:
Sonnets are formal poems and consist of 14 lines (3 quatrains and a couplet) , traditionally written in iambic pentameter - that is, in lines ten syllables long, with accents falling on every second syllable. The Volta occurs at L9. Source:
