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Sonnet #2: A Daughter’s Loss

Thieved prior to his hour, by false friends
These gods lacked mercy, as they heard my cries
I hold his still young hand before his ends
He who begot me, strong, pious and wise

From whose secure arms will I be given?
When the wedding bells come for me
To steal my blessings tis not forgiven
As every glance will yearn for thee

The universe had no solicitude
To spare me this much anguish and despair
The enemies hidden in solitude
Yet I bequeath my father in their care

With my patriarch burns my piety
As the perished man is my deity

Sonnet #1: Lustful Eyes

I knew at my first unfortunate glace
He was blazing within his own desires
Fierce and scorching, giving pity no chance
And I too frail to extinguish such a fire

Black shadows of dishonour and disgrace
Did overcast the pure light in my name
The darkness painted colours on my face
Staining me black with his immoral aim

Foul intentions often dim the eyes
And inevitable darkness follows,
Where all things true and pure begin demise
Hence the strength of such profanity grows

I stand untouched, yet adulterated
As the lecherous eyes leave me tainted