Johnny Sumler Poet Sonnet

Sonnet 17

My love, shall I deceive thee with a kiss
While tending gardens of adultery
Leaving with lust; returning to your bliss
A man whose mask is most untrustworthy

     Somehow I saw in something of a rose
     A younger you, or innocence of youth
     Attractions grew as other roses rose
     Into affairs, from me to you untruth

For pain is the surprise you mustn't bare
Knowing of my affairs and afternoons
So it is that this mask I'll always wear
To cover up the guilt of my communes

     Yet from our kiss should my secrets eclipse
     Believe me, not the lies inside my lips

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Elizabeth Wesley September 13, 2011 at 8:14 PM Seductive man you are, last two lines gave me a jolt which I prabably need! Had to read this again luv.

Elizabeth Wesley July 23, 2011 at 11:31 PM An interesting verse with a great story.

Andrea Dietrich July 22, 2011 at 11:21 AM hmmm, this seems to be saying so much and so very prettily. YOu certainly capture that special "essence" that is a sonnet!