Sonnet 2

[ehowton]

How does one answer the question as to;
That which fiercely grips imagination
The fantasy which most often plays through
When coupled with divine adoration?
One could play ignorant, one could play coy
Or altogether lie to save much face
Yet with affections I shall never toy
And lying such an ignoble disgrace
Simply put, feeling waves of happiness
Of joy, of pride, and yes desire and lust
Of that too I absolutely confess
But also - warm comfort of loving trust
No longer seeking as I've found it true
This and moreso is all inside of you