My silent love is ripped by warring thoughts That troop to rebellion from my crowded heart And from my tongue's enemy camp cry all my cause. Armies in my veins raise blushing fires 5 To burn me out of hiding towards your tender smile. But since I am so modest shy of light, And like the gloomy groundhog room in caves, My dark eyes may never touch your pure sight Or caress with lurid roll the motive of your sighs 10 Which like a bonfire from space, neatly tucked Beneath quilted clouds of opposing rain, Burns obscured, or lies damped to dross unless Your dripping eyes these fired words drift across.
From the collection "XXX Sonnets"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
More information available on gregglory.com.