crooked sonnet

[RiverNotch]

Byzantium, 2016

suppose the party that elected
you to be my love prevail --
suppose the words that i've selected
choose, in turn, to share my tale

with such an immigrant as you,
all sunny smiles and subtle touches
in this country scorning youth --
suppose my cabinet set lunches

with the timocrats of time,
and i accept their dry donations,
prosody and perfect rhyme?
but crooked is this whole construction

bar one thing that's crystal clear:
to love you is the greater fear.

[dukealien]

Probably missing all the cleverness here, but images which form (of Dr. Who - preferably Tom Baker - being crystallized into an arranged marriage in alt-21st-century Byzantium) are delightful enough.

[RiverNotch]

a word and a line cleaned up -- meaning shouldn't be changed too much, so didn't bother with pre verse. thanks for the feedback.