Sonnet

Within your body no heart will be found
And yet it is you who can mark the time
To the beat of my heart within me bound
As though given talents of that of mimes.

Your voice of six strings knows no human words
Only chords of comfort when heartaches yearn
For temperate melodies of whisp’ring birds
When left in clutches of forlornness’ burn.

My hand on your neck and body in lap,
Let us be one when my fingers strum soft
So we flow in meter with one’s foot tap
And tune your voice to that of blue hearts oft.

For you, my sweet guitar, are heartbreak’s guide
To light of peace when you are by my side.





I know that my iambic pentameter is likely to be off and this is obviously not to a significant other or pet, but I do hope you enjoyed.