Sonnet 1
I look to the girl I truly do love,
A look of anger reigns her reddened face,
My girl caught me adorned in scarlet glove,
It seems I’ve been found in unseeming place,
She saw me in the arms of other dames.
But these girl’s composures are not the norm,
A confused mind and apathy their names.
She found me with them lying in the dorm,
My darling this cold side you must not leave,
Be a fierce monster, them to chase away.
Oh to my frightened cold corps, you must cleave,
Show true love, though I have rotting mind, stay,
They are my lovers and my most feared feins,
Fight to win battle of disturbed heart’s queens.
Blind Poet, Michael Brandon Falk
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