Six Sonnets - II. The Lover Pleads

Allow me to linger a while longer
In my world with you without your knowledge
Before I render up all my vulgar
Machinations and my place on the edge
Between life with pretense and life without.
I am like a thief who finds strength to steal
In deep night, but by day is found out
Through some careless mistake. Though he appeal
For mercy he finds none, for forgiveness,
He receives none and thus has caused his own
Doom. May he then remember the fierceness
With which the crime was thought and the deed done.
So like a thief I hide now what I can
And risk to take punishment for my plan.