Form: Brisbane Sonnet
Still smouldering with passion, I am yours
Like a sultry red wine smoking desire
No longer is my passion for your flesh
My hunger is complete, there are no cures
It’s devouring me yet sets me on fire
I fall in love with you each day afresh
I love you, don’t expect me to be sane
My heart and soul possessed even my blood
For this power of love can never lie
And in love a man must be that insane
When emotions takeover in a flood
For in love a man must prepare to die
For she has become my reason to be
And for her I choose to sacrifice me
©JG Farmer 2020
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