THE ADVISED SONNET
by Galen of Bristol
(c) 1995, Paul T. Mitchell, all rights reserved.
Ah, Love! Which is that 'ever-fixed mark';
The madness which strikes down both fool and king'.
Tranquil as a walk through a peaceful park,
Loud and urgent as a bolt of lightning.
Ties up so much of the attention of
Each heart -- fear, joy, anger, lust, all within
Emotion's pinnacle, this thing called love.
Accounted highest virtue, basest sin.
A precipice walked by fools and the wise;
A fall from such height would shatter the soul.
The pain and sorrow in ex-lovers, eyes
Is risk'd by all who would hazard the goal.
But the price of love cannot just be bought
Nor earned, never granted, can only be sought.
