13 May 2012

My darling, you have always asked me why,

Whenever we sit in warm summer fields

Drinking you in as your kisses I steal,

I have never written you poetry.

And often I have said its just because

I was not blessed with words from high above.

Alas, I hate to say, I lied my love,

I was shielding you from the truth. So pause

While I reveal my thoughts. You drive me mad

With constant moaning and whining and your

Incomp'tence. Though I love you, I implore

You, change your ways you dashing lover-lad.

If this be error and upon me proved

I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

DelilahSonnet • Opuss № I