Poetry Self Hate

Hating Oneself Sonnet (III)

Stefano d'Urbino (August ASXXXIV)

• I don't know where or when this all will end
• I know only that I shall not want it to
• The rebuke I give does in me offend
• The hurting I cause you beats me black and blue

• 'Tis by this mirror'd pain I know I love
• For when I find you grieving so I too grieve
• But why does loving cause such bitter tears
• And flay my skin and soul and sweetest belief

• In love and loving, life and living fine
• Quiet discourse, sly laughter and happy smile
• Work and exercise, slumber, dance and wine
• Games and sports and sometimes, resting on the while

• Yet as I wish our love blooms bold, my friend
• I don't know where or when this all will end