The Undated Poems Collection

So sweet thy sonnet,
into the vast catacombs of my ears,
traversing paths and patterns,
that are archetypes of Brimstone and Fire.

I can only look into your face,
and see, what you want me to see,
I am no mind reader, so speak thine heart,
If it is good news or bad news,
do tell me honestly and without the cutting of merciless words.

So demure thee sonnet,
traversing a million stars down,
rivers of Brimstone and Fire.

I love thee, in every look and touch,
see me for what I offer and feel.
Judge my worth and then tell me,
do not preclude polite fiction,
for your Brimstone is my heart's Sonnet.