Sonnet 11

Tortured. From all the mistakes I have made
I am imperfect in so many ways
From the path of righteousness I have strayed
Love means grieving to use a turn of phrase
But of regrets I have so few of them
Take advantage of experiences
For enchantment starts and enchantment ends
Despite all the outward appearances
To every endeavor fully commit
Live, laugh, love to every single extent
To every lover I freely submit
Until both of us are completely spent
Break the cycle when learning something new
I've found that recipe inside of you