Sonnet
Liken love for my beloved to sin
Then surely the gallows would sign my fate
And once my last breath be taken, within
Dante's eighth ring, my judgement would await
For a yearning this deep transcends this plane
To summon emotion of raw passion
Primal instinct allowing flesh to reign
Along side the soul in perfect fashion
Thus our bed would smell of sweaty desire
As we wove our two bodies into one
"A witch's magic and Sorcerer's fire"
They would etch into my eternal stone.
Yet in the next - redeemed and set apart
My love proves true from the depths of my heart
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