Love in a lusting need. a Sonnet
Walked we, long by lifes silent shore,
what beauties thought it would be, but more.
Grace given self, its thought impress,
lust's lasting dream, simular address,
that hunger held in thoughts lone care,
lay trembled truth, desires own share.
That truer hope, its thought imprested.
Night passionate, performance attest.
Cries virgin a vexed at violations door,
and yet there crave a willing cause, those thoughts amore
Lest lust be but a many splendours thing,
that would by servitors a service bring.
To take man in reasons ever-endless need.
Grant words withal a wish, an allusion plead.
Morchuis,