Sonnets

Reticent Thoughts of Love

I have been implored that I should forget

Rubies, roses, and my reticent,

But how I should, not growing in resent

Partake from me the torment I've beset?

For whether I've thus chosen strife or not,

I'm afflicted to recall till I sleep

How you'd keep your hair tied into a knot

And then let it come undone in a sweep.

Strands falling down to cover up your face

With your eyes still peering through into mine

While you'd take me deep inside your embrace,

Then leaning back onto the bed supine.

I've done everything I can to let go,

But somehow I'm stuck in love with you.