Sonnet 15

What happened to the chamber we prepared
To insulate us from all intrusions
Constructed with eternal illusions
For your protection no effort was spared.
Somehow my mortar must have been at fault
Or perhaps my bricks brittle had become
From hasty laying on there must be some
Good reason that you would reject this vault.
But love from me grew into oppression
Hardening a once elastic bond
Now bitter where you once had been so fond
In retrospect only a possession.
Affection purchased quickly dies away
In rigid chambers living things won't stay.