Sonnet for Olive

She speaks so soft it lulls me from the start

With words so crisp and wonderful, I cry

A voice so tender is not short of art

Has beseeched my heart for a warm reply

Her eyes, they are blue pools of stagnant time

In which I find myself gazing into

In hope that one day I will find the rhyme

To make her shed a tear of love so true

Her brown locks, so enchanting and divine

Flow freely in the warm gentle spring breeze

Carelessly weaving together; a sign

Of how our bodies have become at ease

And as our love was kindled in August

Olive, will always be my one goddess

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Second sonnet that I've written. I'm trying to get better with my use of iambic pentameter and would love any advice :) please enjoy and please give suggestions. (especially for line 1, I could not get it the way I wanted)

https://m.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/4i2a6s/today/d2uh21p

https://m.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/4i3z60/a_witness/d2v5flw