Sonnet 11 – on the theme of ‘Heart felt hex’
What manner of hex or love sweetened bane
has bewitched, by some unseen hand, my heart
with the desire now flooding mind and vein
such that from thoughts of her I can not part.
From looking at her could I never tire
yet it was always with a poet’s eye,
but now I see beyond aesthetic mire
and can no longer to my true self lie.
How could an honest soul for years conceal
a passion that deep inside was always there
waiting for magick unknown to reveal
the bold beauty of hidden love so rare.
Yet how cruel is she the mistress fate
for she loves another, I am too late.