Welcome to another special February edition of Weeked Writing Warriors in KateWarrenLand. Thank you to everyone who came here last Sunday to read, and comment. I'm sorry I didn't get all my usual visiting done. Was struck down with a cold. Hopefully, I'll do better this week.
That said, it's time to introduce this week's eight sentences. From Chapter 13, I give you a secret admirer and a sonnet.
A hand reached out from the bushes and pressed a scrap of parchment into Lilia St. Robert’s hand. She glanced around quickly but no one appeared to be present. With quickly beating heart, she strolled as calmly as possible to a shaded corner of the gardens and read the writing.
The sun in brightness pales to see thy smile.
The stars are envious of thy shining grace.
The moon is dimmer than thy glow of youth.
My heart doth beat but to behold thy face.
If only thou return my love, my sweet,
I’ll lay the world entire at thy feet.
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