Okay, I'll be upfront about it: this is for a class. This sonnet, Sonnet to Eros, was a pretty sorry set of lines to begin with. Sharing it with my professor and classmates only made it seem worse, at first, but revising it into IAMBIC pentameter and making other changes has been worth it. So, here is a rescued sonnet, To Eros:
Oh, Eros, sweet
caretaker of the heart,
Hide me under your
pinions from my fears,
Away send all them
who would draw forth tears.
Oh youth, so proud
with sword upheld to smart,
Come not for me
wanton, to tear apart,
Pursue my foes with
fire from 'neath thy crown,
With your blade
smite--let your bow remain down:
My frail desires are
not for your own gain.
Let me find love
again, let not good fate
Abandon me, leave me
not to this haunt.
Guardian at heart,
shield my heart's poor health.
Hold love at bay,
let it not come too late,
My heart do not
weigh down or keep in want,
Oh Eros; but do not
pursue myself.
And here is the link to me reading it on YouTube:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HZ0eoCZHOKA&feature=youtu.be
Please note it's very quiet!
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