With heartfelt words that never truly fail.
Sonnet, they call me, a poetic form,
Where emotions bloom and passions transform.
Shakespeare, the bard, embraced me with delight,
For I echoed thoughts that took his mind's flight.
In iambic pentameter, I flow,
A dance of words, a melody to know.
My opening quatrain sets the scene and theme,
A problem posed, a question like a dream.
Then comes a turn, a shift in the perspective,
A revelation that's quite effective.
My second quatrain delves into the heart,
Exploring feelings that make emotions start.
With imagery and metaphors, I soar,
Unveiling truths we've never seen before.
In my concluding sestet, I impart,
A resolution that heals the aching heart.
A twist, a lesson, or a final thought,
That resonates, lingering when I'm sought.
So, dear reader, embrace my poetic embrace,
Discover depths within my fourteen-line space.
For I am the sonnet, Shakespeare's cherished grace,
A timeless form, where words find their rightful place.