The Mind's Treason (Spensarian Sonnet)
Those eyes filled with that caramel colour,
Melt away the barriers to my soul.
And my lips on yours, though so much smaller;
Fuse securely in an entrancing hold.
Your warming smile protects me from the cold,
While your calm presence cools against the heat.
By allowing our feelings to unfold,
We will develop a love like concrete.
Sun kissed skin with an aroma so sweet,
Draws me into craving your gentle touch.
Your hand on me, my heart ceases to beat;
I am consumed by your spellbinding clutch.
Without your love I risk living without reason,
Alas rid the thoughts provoked by the mind's treason.