Sonnet 1
Forswear thy vows and comfort of his frown
Put sleep thou spouse, and silently arrive
Thou cometh to me in thy night and gown
Thy leg be bare, thy heart be much alive
Conceive the ravens feathers on the dove
Let not a guilt be governed by the mind
When heart and soul believe this lust be love
As fate has not the power to rewind
For if to be a bride of much despair
The rain shall clap its hands upon thy eyes
And in return, imaginative fair
The dirt be mud, and despair my demise
If thy smile reflects not on my window
Let fate be death, and smile as my widow
Johnny Sumler 2007
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