My First Sonnet: SONNET 14344

SONNET 14344

It doesn't take a sluggish liege to grasp thy purpose,
Loathing thou seems hopeless in thy eyes,
Over this beating heart considerably lenient but robust,
Valiant... unskeptical... to which JUDAS shall despise.
Each piece of memory is unforgotten,
Yes! thy yielding love will never die,
Only by tongue that's fresh from soul begotten,
Unwillingly shall surrender the truth of lie.
So much to give so little time,
Outnumbered dreams yet to fulfill,
Measured by boundless thoughts unuttered rhyme,
Until blood shall scatter & light stand still.
Can anything dethrone what love can dare?
Hell no! Hell hath no furry like a lovers' snare!