Your beauteous form I commit to sere.
Yet tedious norms cause me to swerve: for
You employ brazen looks for lusting men.
It grieves me to see hooks of fashion bend
A woman from the book of love to end
Her life before she is yet fully grown.
Young as you are and full of passion, sent
Down as a light to overcome the hate
Of my toil, to heal the strife of spate;
But clearly broken by your own designs:
Shattered. Cloven into many pieces;
As a vase that is thrown upon ground.
So like the womb of that vase are you,
Who have given in to man's lust untrue.
Shattered Hopes, (c) Luke Bennette, April 2012
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