Sonnet LXXIII

[lastjacobin]

How can your voice still exorcise my cares?
Your smile still bring its twin unto my face?
What justice lies within a God who shares
His love with those who stand opposed to Grace?
I was so sure no love was in your breast,
And empty thoughts of vengeance lived in mine;
No charm could make me love whom I detest!
My ancient hurt would staunchly guard my mind.
And yet, for all my walls, which rivaled Rome’s,
I’m vanquished ere my reinforcements come.