#SonnetISteel

[bewaterbebreath]

Sonnet I (Steel)

Love, the sole worthwhile beloved Of the pen of a man confused Reliable hand unusually gloved By multiple hearts, all fused

Love in excess is not a deed A man may be charged for Yet prays my mind, at once be freed! Much rather be a bore

Than undergo an onslaught of Emotions which I trust Then I am told, you must now love! For this is love, not lust

I remain a pointed blade, I am the surgeon’s hand Surgeons inflict much pain, yet are revered across the land.

~C.C.