Lest my heart burst with such intensity.
The fire of passion burns within my core,
To weep with longing my propensity.
I durst not tell, lest he should turn away,
And my desire o'ercome by misery,
And beg, as like a street rat, he should stay.
Humiliation, then, my being be.
I love in silence, hidden 'hind a mask
And smother my affections, so I try.
I pray to God that he should never ask,
For whatever reason, where they do lie.
O, I love him more than e'er can I say,
But never tell for fear he turn away.
Spoiler
A great big thanks to DrElefant, who was so kind as to teach me how to write sonnets. This is my first! Actually, it isn't. My sob-story: I wrote one yesterday, but when I clicked submit it didn't submit so I lost it. Couldn't find it anywhere. I had to rewrite it, and it's not the same. This one isn't as good, but I thought I did alright.
