It’s All Fake Love - A Shakespearean Sonnet

Here, seven score years ago we begun,

You chose me from the endless seas of men.

Thou smile as bright as the rays of the sun,

Yet not realized was I as of then.

Like a sailor upon tragic waters,

Fell prey did I to thy sick deception:

As you, alike to Phorcys’ vile daughters,

Half bride, half beast, both parts baneful weapon.

But still, my support for my fated choice,

Let me not judge what thou sayest mistrust;

Nor did I find a way to speak my voice,

Thy fatal love, like poison, ne’er trust.

Love so delicate but baseless with thee,

Naught but fake and will lead to tragedy.