Divena Collins

Illusions Of Love....Byrons Sonnet

Tread silently forth unto this moonlit night
Lest sweet dreams of love should awaken
I may be bless'd within slumber unshaken
Enhanc'd in my pleasure 'til morning light
That I may lay contented in pure delight
With my knight who is with me 'til morn
Within a similar fate love had been born
Even if 'twas only a wild fantasy despite
The fact I was then so heavily sedated
That bade my illusion of love take flight
Or maybe a bottle of port wine related
For I never really was feeling quite right
What ever my dreams were highly elated
I shall partake in another glass despite.



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