Bring Words

(a sonnet)  
   
Betraying heart, bring words, not midnight rains.  
White paper, bleeding love, dye messy black.  
So I may view, eyes dry, your hard taught stains,  
And, with mind clear, discover reason's lack.  
   
Again I run at love, eyes-wide blindly.  
I open caution'd doors that soul cries, "bolt!"  
It's heart that drives me on, and not mindly.  
So I rush in, with mind in full revolt!  
   
Now standing shattered in love's disarray,  
Am I ‘ere to be foul heart's fool fated?  
Is this to be just one more sorrowed day?  
Or will I brand both heart and love hated?  
   
  No, not, for if I'm heart less I am lost,  
  And love, true found, golden, is worth the cost.