Sonnet 7

Where doth thou keepst thy heart?

Amongst voids lying in our fluey  way

Betwixt castles whence our love thwart

in sunburnt dearth of spring heyday.

To all thy beauty that doth bliss me,

And to thy hued charms bids my heart

Where in my spirit lives an image of thee

My thoughts of love thou canst share a part.

But heart mine dost embrace thee

Even though thy love, methinks wary

Thy thoughts but canst flee from me

thole I shalt,a heartbeat bleary.

 Prithee to emboss me in thy bridewell

 Durst to give thy heart,I wilt blend in hues and pastel.

Reviews

[Dayran]

I heard somewhere he sometimes tosses his beloved to wolves. Can't say for sure why. But I read about Bactrian camels recently that would refuse to feed milk to its new born. Something I think to do with the way the Individual and social life spite with each other on the peaks, like the Gods of the sun.