Brexit Sonnet No. 34 – ‘Reckless Love’

O my sweet, my dearest Valentine,
I loved you with a passion hard not soft.
So unprepared was I to make you mine,
Foolish, I stumbled, not counting our passion’s cost.
I loved your edges, etched hard in glorious red,
I loved your laugh as snowflakes fell around,
I loved control, my dearest purest bred,
I loved our dreams writ large on bus I found.
Our love, it did protest ‘gainst ‘stablished rule,
Our ardour, defied the expert’s curséd eye.
But no more will I play that stupid fool,
As life we build on Brexit’s toxic lie.
So love me no more, release your jealous grasp,
I craveth not the reckless love you ask.

©Keith Murphy