Sonnet 40 ~ Your Perfect Eyes; They're All I Can See
Abundant love spawns confidence in mine own true love.
What are you searching for, that you don’t already possess?
My sweet love, you know not what true love is… because my love for you is pure, and was yours from the start.
You take my love and use it against me in search of something more.
What is it you hope to find when undeniably my heart is yours for the taking.
But, you turn away, using my heart’s own beauty ignited in pursuit of love unknown.
And I can’t blame you, it it’s my heart that lights the fuse of loves pursuit, for it multiplies in vigorous force
Still, never satisfied; as you risk deceiving me, by neglect of thought and self.
Indulging in adulterated nonreciprocal notions; without pursuit of all of me in truth and realm.
I forgive you for taking my heart alongside… my beautiful thief… though you’re taking all that I am.
It is so much more heart-wrenching to be hurt by my own love’s ignition, than by the hand of the enemy.
You, my wonderful and beautiful light, easily persuaded by everything bright and luminous—even in death of your infliction; you are never my adversary.
~ j. marshon
adaptation w. shakespeare sonnet 40
