Sonnet-Made My Peace
When suitors come, my truth is softly said:
"My heart is his, though he'll not know it's pledged."
Though you have never asked, I’ve given all—
My love, my soul, a gift I’ve long alleged.
Your presence leaves me dizzy with desire,
A trembling flame ignited by your gaze.
Within your eyes, I see a burning fire,
A soul so vast, it sets my own ablaze.
When ecstasy surges, I cannot endure,
And thus my gaze may falter, shy or weak.
The depth of you, so potent, yet so pure,
It leaves me lost, with neither breath nor speak.
