O! how those locks of lustrous midnight deep
Envelop me as would the raging sea
Though from such a prison, who would be free?
Rather might I beg for my chains to keep
For from her glance I may true beauty reap
And thus in adoration I will be.
Is there no one who might have heart to see?
This faith, assur'd, hath the much smaller leap.
Yet alone, if I must, I shall endure
And seek the riches overlook'd by men
That this ill form might in her find a cure
To the plagues which reign o'er all that we ken.
Yet, seeking this, do I desire all,
Or through my lust relive that mighty Fall?
Documentation / Explanation (Razo):
This is one of several sonnets I wrote back in 2002 when I was in a Renaissance poetry class and I wanted to try writing a few different love poems. It's really nothing spectacular.