A Somewhat Sonnet


Thy beauty runs amok like hearts consumed in fire.

It burns my placid flesh until I feel desire.

To thou my eyes now turn and cannot turn away.

Thou art the one I love until my dying day.


Unlike thy princely ways, my form is poor and lame.

Twisted and diseased, I stand before you lost.

Can I just hold you close, or will I lose this game?

It seems to me that I have love that’s star-crossed.


And yet stand thou there with outstretched hand?

Can I accept thy love so pure and strong?

The voices they tell me, “NO!”, but I still take a stand.

Only time will tell if this choice is wrong.


Beauty and love, together they twine

For thou, my love, are mine.

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