Sonnet: Love's Obstacle Poem by Dillon Tarr

I might not show my care for you at all
I might not display love within my call,
I may not be in lover's gilded hours
Nor may I bring honey from blue flowers.

I own not joy in longing to inspire,
I own not thankfulness in burning desire,
Nor think I incessantly 'bout love's might
As when I lay indulged to the night!

What write I soul inept in wondering
Which flusters to construe my hearts beating-
Oh! Sorrow come what may in eyes wandering
If all but be lonely when meeting.

If ever love were vast in use of rhyme
Then embed this impediment into time.