Sonnet 2: Love Redux

Bedeviled as ‘belled cats’ to suffer toils,
Hazards and costs on the cuff. You and I,
Born fettered to Man’s original coils;
Withered and waned whilst our love turned awry.
Outmatched, yet we won laudable titles.
To sustain the loft we grasped the nettle—
Our pride pierced to the quick of our vitals:
Chagrined with debts penniless to settle.
Frantic to resolve lest we turn the tide,
Else castaways marooned on the Altar
Of Mammon. To the abyss fell our pride—
Bankrupting dreams, O reckless defaulter!
Ere the ground breaks us we’ll prosper anew,
Withal, we’ll break grounds à la love redux!

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