A New Sonnet From Scarriet
There is a kind of kindness in my greed,
Since hungry love breeds virtuous hunger.
Joy joys not less to be in need.
Resistance will not make us any younger.
Love mounts to a moment and quick
Can spoil the restful, languid scene,
And sanity has said that love is sick
And fire burns sweet fertility’s green,
Yes, I’ve heard critique of love’s desire
Where many gather at work, church, school.
The hive, busy, harmonious, the wire
Warning of love’s enthusiastic fool.
If love should make me greedy and unkind,
The nice hid you and you I need to find.