Love - a sonnet

in error of my enamored plight
I wrapped my arms around a tree
waited until love came into sight
and paid the Devil's cursed fee
with jolly glee he brought a rose
which smelled of sweetest delight
yet still I looked for other beaus
hankering for an ungodly fight
Satan's lowly curse had me consumed
the blackest poison I had subsumed
yet still true Love came as a knight
and turned my darkness into Light

8/22/17

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