Sonnet #1

My love stands with a firm stature,
A man standing apart from boys,
Chiselled frame and seducing gesture,
His eyes have known many joys.
Alas when alone thy face does turn,
From fearless man to caring lover,
A beating heart full of concern,
Hiding wishes to love and nurture.
The man thy thought to be,
Now a cracked stone shown to bleed,
Weakened for the world to see,
From your image you’ve been freed.
I’ll love you for your heart,
Though destined we stay apart.