David L. Wilson

(Pembroke Pines, Florida)

Sonnet 3

I entered his home as my voice was his,
Thy lowly room where he dwelt in ruin,
Thy Cats now roam here and as I see this,
I find his chair is now placed in my room.
There I shall sit as my loved one labors;
As his loved is now my loved one shall be,
Cursed as she is I give her one favor,
As I love her I then set her free;
But as I start to sit his hand stops me

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