Sonnet
I get a glimpse of the ugly creatures
As I first trespass into their domain.
It's not as though they don't have fine features,
But inside lives a deaf'ning hurricane.
Though they do little but fight, yell, and swear,
I cannot desert them, I am too drawn.
Suddenly I know that yes, I do care,
And soon I will be naught but my heart's pawn.
They need not return the strange affection,
Nor reward me by offering praise.
I long to act as their soul's protection,
To save these half-grown men from their own ways.
Love them or loathe them you still must beware,
Lest they trap your heart and keep it fore'er.