Sonnet
The following is not in iambic pentameter, unfortunately... Can I contain this love that dares well up the depths of my soul - like a fire ablaze and consuming all that one comes across? Would it be proper to assume me crazed? Has madness taken hold even my eyes, has sleeplessness taken my very tongue? Am I now a vagabond, a ruffian despised, not worth time or place, for ladies to beware of? Lo, I fight specters and apparitions - they compass me 'round, they bind me with chains. I seek freedom in your eyes, my fascination. One look spell-binds me to your lovely name. But will any understand of the anguish I bear as another advances and I am left bare? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Take the piece for what it is, as it is a very familiar theme that I'm sure everyone can relate with. Such is life.