Sonnet 2 (Service Of Love) Poem by Arnav Penrhythm

How strong is this pain that I suffer?
E’en death will be more pleasing than this
Thy deep brow’d glasses reflects not stronger
My feel down the drain - all hug and kiss
The heart that I service pays no fare
All craved for just a snippet of affect
Dragg’d it everywhere – vale green and bare
Of love! But now fades away all hecht
Revive can lost, if I to thy mind?
Thy heart and soul that misses me not
O’ darling love of me be this kind
If revived be not, just take all I got
If this be service, thou canst doth play
Lived not fairer, but merrily I lay...