Sonnet 33: Unpaid debts

Too much must I had stolen from your heart

in our past lives, led to your endless chase.

Or else why I’m condemned by lifelong smart,

repaying debts, th’untraceable to trace.

I wish I’d paid off what to you I owed

so that my sentence of this life shall end.

Had I not for my crime contrition showed,

I would confess my sins, myself amend.

While laboring for love I’ll wait for doom

when wheels of fortune ours anon does turn.

I promise I shall ne’er your heart resume.

For th’end of convoluted cycl’ I yearn.

Or you, kind love, could grant me leniency

Let me return your stolen property.

2018/3/22