Sonnet - 94 Poem by Xavier Mandreza

That Stars must shine by Effect; not by Pursuit
Thus Permit your Form a Finer Model make
That your Mind clips your Heart thus Admit the Fruit
Which Tangy Bites nip Worth its Pips forsake
So resumes Life your Hall-Marked Sport provide
When Bitter Chains left your Heart in a Spittle
Then he came as Form your Saviour confide
Broke your Tendons Strong its Harsh Links brittle
Then to the Lone Star your Exercise improve
Where Fresh yet Muscled Minds break Influence
That by her a-wait as Friendship approve
Hugged and Kissed your Limbs with a Difference.
Your Dove still Flies by her Hands she set Free
As your Suitor smiles as far the Rest can See.