Love's Sonnet.

Love, must thou entertain me once more?
Your deceiving antics collide with my reality.
For you take me to knew continuity,
Then throw away the key as you hold hostage, peace, behind fate's door.
Your flower is a black rose with thorns abhor.
Until pride is washed away and commitment brings tranquility,
Will peace forever abide alone, grasp tight this absurdity.
Let mercy, selflessness, and concern dwell, past forever before,
Let openness be the now, as bliss soothes your soul.
But loose not your path, as darkness assumes day's half.
Sip from morals cup, for it assures of commitments stay.
And fear not the hand of forgiveness,
For the latter of details is what love is for.
Love, come entertain me once more.