If one is familiar with George Gordon, Lord Byron's life and oeuvre as a poet then one will be able to appreciate the ironies of this sonnet, which I accordingly title as "Lord Byron's Improbable Lament."

Lord Byron's Improbable Lament

I longed for a love pure like driven snow,
untouched and virgin, in the age to come;
but the age came and left until my woe
o'er vestal love lost filled up my autumn.
Heartbroken, I have not a princess met
or maiden girl with whom to spend a night
of ardent love (woe! 'Twas best to forget
my heart's once foolish hope for such delight.).
Unstained by sin, na´ve and innocent
and spoiled by decadence not in the least;
I cast'd aside my youth's salacious bent
and shunned my lusts as if I were some priest.
Now old and bootless, I've ne'er known desire
or pierced the flower of a nymph on fire.

Sonnet by Ngoc Nguyen The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-05-29 at 22:41

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Like Bibek said, the irony is painted well. One piece of advice: the rhythm seems a little wobbly at spots. I would recommend a tightening of the flow to make this good poem into a great one.

Bibek The PoetBay support member heart!
Well-crafted, Ngoc! I can see the irony in it.