sonnet

Jan 23 00:16 UTC 1999

I store for you somewhere a knot in me
Its filled with all I know that's shining light.
  Its hard to avoid but harder to see
For there is naught in me for you to fight.  
Indeed within my soul for you to catch 
There Lies a gift of love you've not untied.
When the world may decide to be a wrtech
and hits you hardest in structures untried, 
I reveal this knot to you but know, dear,
I pray you not to steal away this love
Because I hold inme a touch of fear
That in your soul a lie may dwell to shove
Away this gift which I have shown to free
For it perceives in me an enemy.