Eccentric Love! True Love!

Though its not really in sonnet-formation here's my sonnet from Bennedick to Beatrice.

Through trickery if fell captive

Of a love i knew not of before.

For a maiden whose witful reaction

Threatened to put me through the floor.

Tis was her cunningness for which i fell

Her jocund i most adored.

A maiden whom can drive Satan out of hell

And wish a chap he never born.

But, my heart was hers before she asked.

A pawn in Cupid's hand twas i became.

I fell so quickly, like a maid at task,

Or a child too eager to join a game.

But tis she i worship like Elders at Stonehenge

My love forever hers, till the sands of time do end.