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