Unblemished Heart

sonnet

Lest thee be gone, or lest thee be disarmed
Thy sweet airs usurp the unblemished heart
All rigor be lost in those who are charmed
Such is the anguish to which I’m a part

Tempt me in thy ways but never forsake
Should I drown in the winds off Jupiter?
Stir me in a swirl unable to shake
Lured in torment not to embitter

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