Sonnet 3

My lustful love for you, beguiling all,

Tarpeia, the Queen of contradiction.

Tarnish desire, to bring about my fall:

and prove again pure love is pure fiction.

A glass, a vat, of wine to toast your crown,

you love your lies, your truth is so abstruse.

A virgin queen you shall remain alone;

not one can pass; their charms are of no use.

 

And yet I still shall seek your hand to wed,

although I know the darkness in your heart.

Though men pursue you only to your bed,

you ne’er were hit by wing’ed Cupid’s dart.

A Vestal Virgin never made good wife;

so why, good men, accept unruly strife?

Reviews

[Brad Nugent]

Another sonnet? You are on a roll, JB. I really enjoyed reading this. And iambic pentameter as well! The rhythm is outstanding and, as always, you display that knack for putting the right word in the right place. We have all known a Tarpeia - the mix of cynicism and romantic thought actually works a treat. Well done!

[blakjassy]

this made me laugh... especially the last 2 lines! I am sure that some men would say that ANY wife could cause unruly strife!

A very very clever manipulation of the words for the week!

[Tasha]

I loved the style, this was really good.
♥ Ta'Shandra

[MS. BABy]

Well Well Well....it almost reminds me of the taming of the shrew....I enjoyed the rehtoric and the style....thank u for an enjoyable read.