Made My Peace-A Sonnet
When suitors come, my truth is softly said:
"My heart is his, though he'll not know it's pledged."
Though you have never asked, I have given all:
My heart, my soul, a gift I've long alleged.
Your presence leaves me dizzy with desire.
A flickering flame ignited by your gaze.
Within your eyes, there lies a burning fire.
A soul so vast, it sets my own ablaze.
Ecstasy surges, and I cannot endure.
Thus my gaze may falter, shy or weak.
The depth of you, so potent, so pure,
Leaves me lost, with neither breath nor speak
I've made my peace, though bitter is the call:
To love and yearn, yet never be yours at all.
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