Sonnet: Feur Ivan

I Love You

Voiceless am I to speak so bold a line
As to accept defeat by your sweet hand
Not knowing yet what is and isn't mine
May rightfully be this smitten fool's brand
Allow my heart a chance to meet with yours
Restrain no feeling of love, joy, nor hate
Kill no feeling of anger or remorse
Through only this can my longing be sate
Yearn must I for you and your affection?
Am I fated to dream of you in sleep?
Nurture not my pains with your perfection
Should I be left and should forever weep
Offer the answers I cannot ask for
None do I ask from you, not any more