Sonnet For Noble Poem by Imdauel Blah

Hear me, I have been deprived of my due.
Mercy! I have spent sleepless nights confused.
And although I have not been loved enough,
Still I remain; and my heart beats to love.

I am no libertine, this I proclaim.
Almost Casanova, almost a saint.
I have long been saved and so shall I stay;
But I live to love, any given day.

Your beauty to me is more than matter.
Unblushingly, no less as character.
Your presence reminds me of all that's good
Like a new place I saw when I was four.
And give me not a wink as if that would
Do; think not all I can is to adore.