My Poem ‘Sonnet’

This place cannot be.
This face I cannot see.
This feeling will kill me.
This beating in my chest must be set free.
This fire will inflame the world.
This desire is beyond all words.
This one was not the first,
but they will be the last.
This man has met the Angels of Heaven,
and the demons of hell,
and has been to the sun and back.
This miracle is not perfect.
This poem is the pulse of a poet.
This is my poem, this is my “Sonnet”.

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