So, I wasn't aware that I was supposed to post my sonnet on-line. But then I started thinking . . . hey it'll take up one of my blog-posts.
Force and deceit are all that you know.
I struggle to find defilement’s cure.
Refusing to allow this pain to grow.
Until then I stand here, intentions pure.
Although the dearest dove may want a snake--
“Be gone!” I keen. “Banishèd you shall be!”
Linger no more, fore you are a mistake!
Love’s disease duns that I never be free.
Moribund without you and your kind eyes --
But, of course, these are hidden from the world.
Only noticing your ignoble lies,
Treachery, and the men you have hurled.
My deepest wish is for you to become
A virtuous man so we may be one.
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