Conspiracy

Conspiracy
Form: Byronic Sonnet

Tempestuous heart that speaks my own creed
Lest I forget that you have laid love’s claim
Upon me and taken my soul to tame
In such general terms you’re all I need
To understand such a love we decreed
On that distant night, on that distant shore
Three words but how they grew to so much more
Three words planted deep like a flower seed

The growth of love within the bonds of trust
With our own aristocratic desire
Untitled yet uncovered within lust
Finding tranquillity in passion’s fire
If in love I must confess, then I must
And you are the muse with whom I conspire

©JezzieG2023