Sonnet Of Love Poem by Chukwuebuka Adebayo

SONNET I

Now I thoughtfully consider love,
With admonitions from lads who took the risk,
Of so-fair charm, which dragged him as chained slave,
He begged her fingers ringed in such brisk;
Oftentimes of nature, Mine curiosity do ask,
Nothing but would this fate defeat me too?
The spring's green, yet petals wilts if they bask
My prime be halted by a mistress I woo,
If love's divine, were vamps made to slay valiant men?
Yet solitude's bitter, devious kisses is dreadful,
A man's wound punched with mighty keen
Why lust a holy crime and lecherous hunger sinful?
For I perceive death sweeter than incurable disease,
I hate to be Loved by a maid's tease. (1)