I’ll play thee a sonnet with mandolin
softly massage your brow of sad sorrow
absorb anguish so that joy may begin
bringing bright new light into each ‘morrow

I’ll sing thee mandolin’s melody
sweetest songs of love, each note to behold
chasing gray clouds away, too far to see
kiss thy lips warm, when winter’s breath breathes cold

O’ hear my love song enchanting this day
with poetry’s whispered words to thy ear
of summer’s breeze and lavender’s bouquet
sunshine and laughter our hearts may endear

I’ll play thee a sonnet meant for just you
mandolin’s melody with love so true

Lara Wilson

Lara Wilson

Editor at NY Literary Magazine
Lara holds a B.A. in Comparative Literature. She's a native New Yorker, an after-school English tutor, and a bookworm.
Lara loves photography and horseback riding.
Lara Wilson

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