Fetch me my heart

Another distorted sonnet - about a woman's unrequited love

Fetch my heart; aye thou art its possessor,

And hast kept it many a long year gone,

Without my conscience full aware of it.

Thou hast been keeper, purely innocent

Of mind and ignorant of its beating;

I gave it you when I could not keep it

Safe myself from angry love and bitter-

Sweet abhorrence.

But dear one, lend me your heart and grant that

Tethered rhythmic organ back its freedom;

For by mine own eyes I have spied afresh

An icy stream that flows, aches agony

Into the bed and devastates the young,

Full, fertile earth and I know it wants of me.

The End

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