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Untitled Sonnet Alexander Djalal Why, o Venus, do you in my heart find An arbiter of your romantic will? Such faith is placed in pumps and valves designed, Not for Love, but to keep from growing still My body’s steady life blood beating. Is Love constrained away by chamber’s chains, Or by vital vessels made less fleeting? Just constant coursing life my heart maintains, Until that pump does cease my veins entreat Them to refresh their fragile flow inside. Desire, by design, must skip a beat But in this case my heart cannot preside. On Love’s behalf my heart I must forsake; Too much inclined is he to beat and break.