I set myself this task and then I’m free
To fly abroad to anywhere I choose;
With confidence, assisting in my prime
Companions’ search with nothing I might lose.
They might or mightn’t choose to let me be;
Though never doth their circumstance confuse
My only wish as yearns to take this time,
That this, a burden is, to disabuse.
And clearly, doth my love, to this degree,
Encompass all their lives, and to suffuse
Complex, with all its mystery, this crime
With eager resolution. Know I whose
Bleak life shall see enrichment that ensues?
‘Tis mine, so lifted, by this double muse.
Another for Jake,
Who craves my kind attention
More than many do.
I really love your sonnets!
Thank you, sir. they are a labour of love (if nothing else : )