Sonnet - 150 Poem by Xavier Mandreza

Amongst the Noise your Search for Her endures
Prick which Schedule your Sweetest Target strike
Oh these Excuses! Your Chance by Praise demures
Every Well-Matted Slot postpones your Like
Why use your Smile? If such Grin one could Rebel
And grasp Tangent Forms by Monopoly
How vast should these Gardens by Talents sell
Then land one's Favours to your Destiny?
I should know - your Life one's Stranger rejects
Though Knowledge be tantamount to Heresy
Because of Bonds - as Circles your Mind prefects
Keep those Tantric Arts to your Harmony.
That which is Fair - and Fair to her Consent
Shackle your Choices fixed by your Assent.