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Sonnet 48,305


For love, I battle ever-present ghosts;
The handsome heroes of romantic war.
I struggle ‘gainst machismeatic boasts
Of men who claim to know what love is for.
But they to warfare amply come prepared,
With weaponry of such impressive ilk;
While I onto the battlefield have bared
A sword that’s made of sand, a shield of silk.
For love, they say, ‘twould better be a wolf
Devouring constant, never showing slack,
Where I contend that love instead engulf
Its target so, and care be its attack.
Against these men, howe’er, the world shall see:
I’the field of love, I’m but a casualty.