Sonnet - 102 Poem by Xavier Mandreza

Awhilst my Lips copped to your Startling News:
That Swallow up-hold your Decision turn
Though Evidence submit past some Lies and Views
Would make my Bearings and Assumptions burn
That by your Pace your Truthful Eye become
Since Six Months fulfill this Love-of-a-Man
His Smile breathe his Merriest Joy and Some
Forbid his Name from Sane Hunters he can
At least for now admit your Stars ignite
His Sterling Faith cross-distance your Thoughts keep
As for your Dames shed Blood in Wear and Spite
And Shot the Dove their Olive's Fruit now Weep.
You had to Decide. This for your Peace enough
Though Valiant your Swim past their Verdicts tough.