sonnet 1

I would put my hands into fire
to prove my love for you.
Driven from midnight's mad desire
I can prove that it is true.
You laugh at me? Incredulous contempt
And perceive me weak in my confession
But the wretched anger that you tempt
Cannot control, or change obsession.
You expose yourself my frightened girl
What hides behind movement's scorn?
But passion in snow blind swirl
Naked, vulnerable to me is borne.
Oh, I will kiss you until you're faint
My strength, my passion, my love, without restraint.

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