Love Sonnet (3)

Love Sonnet (3)

The awful loss of my intelligence
When making decisions for my future
Shows that love should have no real relevance
I should close my whole mouth with one suture
Talking to you is like losing my mind
If this is love then I must be crazy
My tongue gets so tied and thoughts just bind
When you come close everything gets hazy
I love it I hate it please go away
These insane feelings are making me sick
The next time you come I’ll ask you to stay
I think running away is my last trick
To save my life from your unholy spell
I surely don’t want to end up in Hell

Shakespearean Sonnet
LeBuert  2012