Sonnet I

She is a red rose in a field full of tulips

Shining bright in the searing summer sun

You fall and become victim to her two lips

This battle-it appears-you hath won


Soon love and lust will intertwine

And the heat will be enough to torch her

Though you come close, you never combine

And now it is you who is tortured


Through her satanic scheme she made you fall

And through her beauty you became obsessed

Your heart, your trust, you gave her it all

Along with everything you possessed


This game called love was never as real as it felt

Did you ever ask yourself why she never did melt?


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