Jayne's Joy

Jayne's joy, 'tis plain, drips passion through [th]ink's pen
Alluring and so 'in_time_mate' to me,
Youth rediscovered fountains forth again.
Never sated, sensitivity,
Expects attention thrilling to the core,
Joining sparks to larks' song, heart inflamed,
Awakening which sees fair spirit soar,
Yearns for fulfillment ever more unblamed.
Neat syllables as const[on]ant raindrops fall,
Endless outpouring salivating sheet,
Just phrase ideal spontaneous, on call,
Arrives exciting heart which feels its heat.
Yet none deny perfection's rhyming dance,
NEar, far, the same are, wor[l]ds unfold, advance.

Author notes
© Jonathan Robin written 3 November 2008 Acrostic Sonnet rendering of:

My Pen Is My Lover

My pen is my lover; so passionate
So intimate and alluring to me
Reaching deep inside to touch my being
Never satisfied with the love I give
Constantly requiring attention
Awakening my intimate core
My mind becomes obsessive and inflamed
Then my heart longs and yearns for fulfillment
Words and thoughts fall out of me like raindrops
They splatter on the paper before me
My brain searches for the right expression
My heart then exquisitely responding
Syllables are counted to perfection
The poem pours forth like a gypsy dance
I kiss the page where all the words unfold
My lover is worth more to me than gold.

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poem by Jonathan Robin
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