sonnet ♥

if love is action, i am but a bland
and apathetic testament to hate
i lie before i ever take a stand
and plan to die before i procreate
if love is practice, i will win the day,
for time is on the side of those who wait
in silent expectationof the stray
and misdirected arrows of their fate.
if love is made of mutual desire,
i lust for he who shares my ardent thisrt
to claim my fill of romance, and retire
to years no longer by this question cursed
alone together basking in her glow,
with only our contentedness

-g.b stationary minstrel