SONNET OF REMORSEFUL

Hear me, blonde tressed bonnie-lassie! Kill me not by thine raunchy eyes. Never could ye imprison me By thy voluptuous coax Thou can't get blood out of a stone Akin to it, tranquility from my heart I'll never get drowned to your fathomless sea of love As I fell in love with nature Rose, indeed, art thou be depicted by bards Lacks they, to ponder spine thee beneath it Trust I on a hissing snake Than an enticing Circe Virile juvenile may thou admire Realize they not in thy love quagmire.