Raindrops on Spiderwebs

Atoning the Toll

I dare to look at thee with love and care

Within us lies the truth we cannot speak

The ways wit are treated are deamed unfair

For thine ways might be innocent and meek

Wit hide from the world our little unseen

I long to tell thee what is on my mind

Tak'st thy time as it eats away at me

Remember us as we were unrefined

Must you keep feelings imprisoned away

Just tell me the truth, do not tell a soul

I promise to hold you near, not betray

If thou art willing to atone the toll

Beauty does not only remain within

Without the balance held, the ice is thin

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My first sonnet.  It turned out better than I thought, but not as good as Shakespeare.

by the way... "wit" is the early modern english way to say "we," as in the two of us

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