Ode to the Stone
A Sonnet
by originalcontent
My giant stone, you inspire me to write.
I love the way you run, sleep and frighten,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the round reiten.
Let me compare you to an active arch?
You are more benign, attractive and fine.
Kind clouds dull the divine flowers of March,
And the springtime has the seeable tine.
How do I love you? Let me count the ways.
I love your proactive arms, thigh and feet.
Thinking of your pliant thigh fills my days.
My love for you is the riant downbeat.
Now I must away with a profound heart,
Remember my fun words whilst we're apart.
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