Love Sonnet (3)

Love and Hate can be hell or great

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