Psonnets of Romance
Love for Hate

How shall I love my love, my lovelorn lass?
My words and gestures water bitter roots
which spring up thistles, thorns, and evil fruits.
My songs of love, to her, are sounding brass,
my gestures all and one like fading grass.
What wine of love I give, her heart dilutes
because the foxes spoil the tender shoots
before the wine is pressed into her glass.
What shall I do to show her love for hate?
My heart, alight with passion, burns her fields
and sets aflame her vineyard's walls and gate
so she may know the love her lover wields
shall heap up burning coals upon his mate
and burn the fruits her hatred always yields.
~ by Michael Rew / Email: witness@psonnets.org

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