SONNET

Oh! illusion of all illusions
Art thou incarnated as Cupid?

Depicted ye with wings
And hath armed with love-shaft

Entwines ye many hearts of innocence
And warms thyself in their perdu passion

Thou drowns many hearts of sanctity love
Into your fathomless Lethe

And creates many insane encomiast
To eulogize thy illusion deeds

As Apollo transformed Clytie to sunflower
Thou endears innocent hearts bend towards you

Cadeceus,I pray unto thee,resurrect true-hearts
Whom the nebulous,fiend Cupid has entombed.

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