For the Man on the Street
In life, the paths of wanton love unseen
Consume the mind and through the heart have shown:
To want a touch, a kiss, a simple dream
Is all a squalor girl has ever known.Â
With silence, I am left to live alone,
To watch the night and day for freedom sweet-
And there it walks along the cobbled stone,
His presence but the notion of conceit.
Oh blessèd man, I beg you, stay the night,
And wrap me in your arms so lovingly;
Oh come, I ask, and further my delight-
My lust and fervor now requited be.
Then I, with stolen love in hand, proclaim
That I shall never see that past again.
For the Man on the Street by Nagini Riddle
Story Notes:
Thank you to Minna for pointing out all the little problems in this sonnet. You helped me make this so much better!
And a big thank you to Jason, who always has something to contribute to my work, be it praise or advice. :)
Chapter Endnotes: While Merope might be terrified of what you think of her, I, on the other hand, love to receive thoughts and reviews. :)