Sonnet # 167
Today I say farewell to him, the just;
The one who his defect I did not see
While I grew up to clearly ne`er adjust
To men who do see men their pleasure cook.
That he may own some goo, all people do,
But I no more can hide my true displeasure:
A man who likes a man his seed pursue.
Why heaven or God ne`er with these things took measure?
I have so seen what they are all about
And tried my mind to like some part of them,
But something in my heart did often shout,
"I can`t swallow a man whose pleasure`s men!"
Then, Faithful to my heart, I should now live
For hearts the only things that leis don`t give.
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There is nothing honorable, or wonderful, or sublime or worthy of praise about homosexuality, no matter one`s argument for it.