Love Poems With Gumption
Wish, not I, to dedicate a sonnet
To surreptitious love, brutish sorrow,
To beauty and allure wrapped in bonnet
Or the woebegone hopes of the 'morrow.
See, not I, hope of evanescent love
When we hold the universe in our souls
And stand higher than the heavens above
While we-us-as ourselves make us a whole
Say, not I, that fidelity hinders
The ripple from scintilla to the flame
Yet, does not ignite the burning cinders
When strength is forsaken for cupid's name.
Fear, not I, of devotion altering
A strength, of which, is never faltering.
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