Metaphysical style Sonnet

Early exploration of science and love

I lay your body upon the cold marble
just a memory of your beautiful disguise.
The lips I one kissed but death me denies
The right to be with you is now but farcical.
a surgeon, I dissect you, leave you partial.
Thy skin seventh heaven. My penitent eyes 
blinded by the grace that lead to your lies.
Untruths the nation, femininity the castle.
You accepted my heart and gifts therein
took and you took until soul depart you
but denied me bodily pleasure, "such sin!"
They killed you once, my insatiable kin.
Your propaganda left scarred in a prayer or two.
I find your heart, the romance begins.