Weaver's Sonnet

This is a sonnet form first created by Tim Weaver, aka Poeticweaver on Allpoety

The form may be penned in the meter of the poet's choice

although iambic tetrameter is the original choice.

The defining characteristic is the rhyme pattern: aabb cdcd efef gg

The sonnet may be written with no volta but is one is chosen

it should take place at line 5 or line 13.

Death Never Splits True Love Apart

There comes a time we lose our grace

Wilted flowers in faded vase

No-one can ever take love's place

One last embrace to plead my case

Love climbs and crumbles all the time

Though with each verse reveals the cold

Weavers of words inscribe each line

Though love divine seeks never gold

I hear your cries after I breathe

Though death has taken hold of two

There's no true love that can deceive

So know I'm grateful I found you

Rags to bareness, with crooked spine

My lover friend your soul's divine

© Poeticweaver - September, 2013

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