No choice for me to sanctity refuse
Nor hesitate to tenderness adore;
Too long had I such reticence before
My failing-fast reluctance to excuse.
No choice to make; regard the choiceless muse–
That love to which in helplessness I swore.
No choice to take, no helpless choice, the lore
Whose wonderment would grant me solace, whose
Enthral would thrall me with her soft caprice,
Whose warming shield would warn me then into
Whose fate and fatelessness I would pursue.
But now, to cease the hold its hold would cease,
And nary muse nor swear an oath to peace,
My heart will sing its praises to be true!
This sonnet is part of a short sequence; click here to read it all:
David Emeron: Sonnets 
I really like this line:
No choice to make; regard the choiceless muse–
been there, done that.
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I understand. and regarding that…
After the 12 so far written, there are at least 10 more sonnets in this sequence… in the making… or… hmmm…
I just now thought these next ten might be better on their own. Yes, perhaps so. But I always reserve the right to lucas my own work (although I draw the line at prequels with cartoon rabbits in)
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Beautiful.
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I am most gratified that you think so. You are most welcome. And thank you.
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;)
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I need to have a thimbleful of sake and read this again…..I am …dare I say, enthralled by this one? lovely.
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You may dare : )
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