Sonnet - Treacherous Love

Here's a sonnet from an undated page in my notebook. It was incomplete, I dashed off the final three lines just now. I like sonnets, they're such an expressive form.

To love you is a treacherous ordeal;

Each day I stroll and scan and smile in hope

That you might see; Yet I have learned to cope

With Pain. Do I, I alone, alone conceal

Scars, self-inflicted, yet scars they remain.

A trembling hand doe more to mar and gash

The Man, pouring out soul and ink from rash

Desire, then scorn staunches the flowing shame.

O villainous, ruinous desire! Cease

Investments, reckless, leave all ambition

Behind; rate of return could never prove

A Balm. You cannot in this way find peace,

Seek fresh shores, find yourself a new mission,

Look for no welcome in the land of Love.