Third Sonnet for Fawn

To say or not to say, the question lies Upon the mind, the tongue, the very breath So quickly drawn with disregard for ties That should the heart in silence bind ‘til death. Change not the life thus made when hapless love Doth freshly find its home in pastures new, Or wrestle free, unleash, and so above All else, fulfil the passion felt so true? Where lies the answer when ‘tis known enough That life without you beckons sure for her? What point of tearing soul and heart so rough When future fixed is all one can infer? No diff’rence lies there: love’s such brutal gore Dictates she's led to know you love her more.