You into every raging ache of nature

      You into every raging ache of nature
      Extend some modest drop of placid bliss.
      Have I not seen the self-conflicting features
      Of some close friend melt to joy at your sweet kiss?
5     Have I not myself myself reviled,
      Meditating bruises in a moody wood
      Where mild leaves hiss seeming accusations
      And all my discontented soul moved hooded
      By low-flying thoughts, until you stepped brightly by
10    Whistling secret smiles from my black shards?
      Each good that thrives steals some good from you, no lie.
      Until you stooped in grace, with leaning eye
      Peering from heaven into my sad case,
      And turned all my wrath to froth, I was waste.

From the collection "XXX Sonnets"

Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]

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