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This is my sonnet. It's called "After First Swell". It was printed in the HH literary magazine. I entered it into a poetry contest, but I got a letter that said I'm a semi-finalist, but, of course, to get anything/proceed to the finals it would cost money. I don't want to spend 100 bucks on something like that. I could buy 3 pairs of cute shoes on sale or at payless for $100. Anyhow, here's my sonnet. Hope you like it.

Adoration is accepting of faults,
Yet perfectly imperfect it remains,
And in the recesses of the mind’s vaults,
Ev’ry flaw is counted worthy of praise.
In sweet love words have depth and dimension;
A lover’s bed’s laden with more than sweat.
The afterglow is no frail fruition,
But two souls wandering equally met.

If twain be truly tethered to the tide
That is the madness of profound ardor,
The waves will never be wont to preside
O’er the shore in a flood of rash rancor.
Love exists after first swell of passion,
And passion endures in its own fashion.