Prompt from Poetic Asides: write a sonnet
O Love, that blessed mercy of mankind
that cripples one and leaves another blind
with seeming ease: how dreadful is that pain
and yet how glad, how lustfully obtained.
O Love, that clever fox of clemency
that guards itself from death so jealously,
how coveted that glory, how desired
for all its charms, so well admired.
O Love, that muted dove so passionate,
to yearning hearts ever affectionate;
yet silently it steals us full away
as though we were its quarry or its prey.
O dawn, thou precious light of Love, and cause
my feeble mind to understand your laws.