Ethereal Bonds: A Sonnet of Unconventional Love

Upon a twilight drear, two hearts entwine,

In love's odd dance, they find their fated place.

A love not born from nature's own design,

But crafted in the stars' ethereal space.

This bond, it breaks the mold of earthly ties,

A fusion of two souls, both strange and rare.

Not bound by flesh, nor swayed by beauty's guise,

It's deeper than the deepest sea's despair.

In whispers of the wind, their voices blend,

A symphony of dreams that time can't rend.

Unnatural, they say, yet love transcends,

A special kind, that none can comprehend.

For in this world of norms, they dare to stray,

Embracing love that's forged a different way.

~ €mpêråtrïzV

~ Copyright ©EmperatrizV @Sunflower for Emily, April 15, 2024 - All Rights Reserved

The Radiance of His Sacrificial Grace

People condemned You like the thieves of the city,

Yet unveil and tore the curtain to show Your Grace.

Became a man to discern their complexity.

Laid down Your robe as King, sacrificed in our place.

Some void your existence, negate your sacrifice.

Almighty One! Your Word is my stronghold of faith!

You aren't just a prophet as millions do lies.

You aren't just a man like a canine with braith!

You are God the Son, God the Father has given!

Prince of peace, King of kings, yet mocked by His own creations.

Sacrificed lamb Whom the Father sent from Heaven.

Your faithful love abounds even with rejection.

Counselor, Protector, Saviour, a friend indeed.

Comfort, calm, and peace You provide for those in need.

~ €mpêråtrïzV

~ Copyright ©EmperatrizV @Sunflower for Emily, March 31, 2024 - All Rights Reserved

Echoes of Lost Love: A Sonnet of Longing and Memories

Staring at nowhere, bringing back the clock

Haven't forgotten those moments we shared.

Stacked-up memories hidden and unlocked,

Sadness, longing, wandering never bared.

That green eyes, who's smiling at my beauty,

And that red lips, talking sweet words for me,

Your Southern accent though may sound groovy,

My heart cradles the pain nothing like a scree.

Oh, Love, where are those green eyes and red lips?

I missed the cymbals ringing through my ears.

Tears no one can fix but your hand that grips

Cries that you would never see, crimson tears.

How I wish we could touch hands, bare our souls,

but now I'm dancing with your ghost of woes.

~ €mpêråtrïzV

~ Copyright ©EmperatrizV @Sunflower for Emily, March 21, 2024 - All Rights Reserved