Follow Up To English Rose Sonnet: Revolutionary IMprov Poetry

I wrote you a sonnet.
Some called it my best yet.
But still,
when last night’s thrill
had faded away
the next day,
instead of saying something engaging,
it seemed you were bent on raging.
“You’re emotionally driven”
was what you said,
and I could imagine eyes rolling
back in your head.
And your face turning red.
And I’ll tell you the truth (if I dare):
I wanted to disconnect right then and there.

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Sonnet on an English Rose: Romantic IMprov Poetry

The dew shimmered
on a rose’s petals pink.
It gathered there
as he made her think.

His words reached her deep reality,
and brought her to the brink
of a shuddering finality
with dew-moistened petals pink.

And the poet surprised her
with his words and feelings new,
whispered deep inside her,
where they, moistened, grew.

Could he, through word and letter,
be the only one who’d get her?