More Shakespeare's Sonnets
By Fox-Trot-9

Sonnet 85: The Poet
(Admonishments 12)

Love not that sweet whose love a poison makes;
Her sweet, as sweet as wine, corruption brings;
Thy sweet's a sweeter kind that ne'er mistakes
Thy virtues for thy sins, nor balms for stings.
Her sweet is born of night, disguising foul
Inside a sweet, akin to women's makeup;
That woman be a Lilith (scheming owl!) *
So framed in lust and wearing sin (her getup).
Resist that sweet for thine own sake and mine;
Awaken from the night of her embraces;
Awaken to the morning that is thine,
And search my face amongst these lying faces;
      So look at me and listen to my plea,
      And swear thy love as I have sworn on thee.

(To be continued...)

A/N: 12th installment and counting... Where it'll end, I don't know yet... ( <_< )

* Lilith = a Mesopotamian demoness said to bear disease and death.