Three Sonnets

I
There she goes, strolling through the war-torn field,
arrayed in purple and scarlet colour.
Long alluring, seducing eyelashes
while her eyes are painted glittering green.
her dress hugs her curves well and her bosom
reveals, a hint of her audacity.
You are drawn to her like a hungry dog
and lower your guard to your mon cherie.
Pain erupts at your chest staining it red.
She backstabs you with gossip and malice.
The light in your eyes stolen by treason.
Your faltering lips start to accuse her,
but she kicks you where it counts with great glee
and moves on to her next vampiric meal.

II
Your dying opaque eyes see someone.
a young lady clothed in humble white virtue
Her face shines with strong pure love.
Her head is crowned with twelve lovely stars.
She faces the heavens with a prayer
for you whose life is fading away soon.
Your heavy pants regret the pursuing the
Jezebel, who cloaked disdain with amity.
Your wonder if you could have been better
to the young lady, your friend put aside.
To cherish, concern, comfort or care more.
Your heart loves enough just let her go
to another more worthy of her love.
You are not worthy and must leave in pain.

III
Ten thousand suns do not shine as brightly
as the One you see receiving your soul.
You cry out praise, seeing the ultimate
act of love, who saved you from falling to
despair as he borne your griefs and carried
your sorrows and He bears your iniquities.
This love overwhelms your heart and your soul
and provides comfort from the Jezebel.
Let her come all her sly and dark tools.
She has chosen to set herself up to
mocking any and everything holy.
You are safe in the refuge made for you.
In a friendship forged from on high.
In the greatest Love that surpasses all.