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Sonnet # 21

Luis A. Estable 1958 (Oriente, Cuba)

Sonnet
If I could change your body, my dear friend,
I'd make your figure the envy of the world.
Your face with charm the mind can't comprehend.
To amaze the eyes, your teeth as if they're pearled.
Your hair with youth and blacker than the night.
That would go well with lips the color rose.
So fine your skin, its beauty men to write.
But there is more, no human with your pose.
Now come the tears for you're up to your mind.
No human knows why you prefer your sex.
No magic I am; they're some whose hate is blind
For those like you though your desire's complex.
       I could judge you and call your taste is bad.
       I never will; I must not make you sad.
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Submitted by luisestable1 on March 25, 2023

Modified on April 10, 2023

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Quick analysis:

Scheme ABAACDCDEFEFGG
Closest metre Iambic pentameter
Characters 654
Words 139
Stanzas 1
Stanza Lengths 14
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Luis A. Estable

Luis A. Estable, poet for more than twenty years. Single, no children; originally from Cuba. Writes poems in several styles: sonnets, songs, haikus, children's verses, free style verse and more. Has published three books of poetry: " Eighty-Three Sonnets, Book One," Religious, Thirty Sonnets," "My Mind Simply Saying. All of them available on Amazon books. Has degrees from SFCC and EWU. Lives in Spokane, WA. Thinks that poetry is the most compact and beautiful expression known to man, and that a poem never reaches perfection; the work goes one and this is a good advice to keep, especially for young poets. more…

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