All English Sonnets
LOVE OF WOMEN
I loved them in my childhood, youth and now,
I love them more and myself for this preen
This world denounces this as sin but, how
Lovely and enchanting, , heady is this sin.
With women I conspire ( I have balls ),
These beautiful creations always make
Me helpless, I heed their heated calls,
And after this am ready for the stake,
Like one who loves roses must beware,
That under tender leaves, thorns do lurk,
Like one who wants the honey must prepare
For stings of honey – bees gone berserk.
You made them , Father, and your work is good,
I love you Father and your womenhood.