Sonnet For Julie

The sonnet's made for lovers to impress--
Or maybe noble sentiments impart.
A kiss, a wish, a fragrant rose to press,
A catalyst to stir rememb'ring heart
With sudden chill. Not fitting place for Dad
To tell his love. Perhaps a simple verse
Would do, to tell sweet Julie that he's glad
Of her. No trite and banal lines rehears'd,
No fond and foolish sentiments of love;
He borders on old age and she is youth.
Can Spring and Autumn walk with hand in glove
Pretending that the truth is not the truth?
Enough! Enough! What need of reason clear?
Just say it with your heart and she will hear.

© by Robert Ernest LaRock (1920-1978)