SONNET 8

 

Sonnet 8

Should I become a vile felon by name,

will such hurt not be held a crime much worse.

I have no mind for perceived bloodline shame

and hear only harsh noise when others curse.

What heavenly judge would pass a sentence

knowing it would cleave two pure hearts in twain,

his life becoming one of repentance

for being he by whose hand love was slain.

No man who has loved as I now love

can say in truth that this poor soul has wronged

when charged with fiery passion from above

to take beauty that to others belonged.

Guilty to the theft of love do I plead

but not guilty to charge of heinous deed

 

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