Sonnets of The Archangel Michael

Love, who sits the the vacant throne of thine

Thanks for reading, I'm not a skilled sonnet writer, but these are some I wrote and posted to be enjoy. I'll get better!

Love, who sits in the vacant throne of thine,
He wrenched a wound deeper than mine sword            could,
Who plunges remorse in this breast of mine,
No shield I brace, his barrage had withstood,
You hath shown me grace and divine coheres,
My heart follows thy eternal absence
Sorrow paints my face with delicate tears,
Oh, wond'ful fealty thy worst valiance.
Love mocks my languishing woes merciless
He hides behind hope, his sole saving grace,
His presence pales, void to your turbulence.
My traitorous thoughts cling to thy disgrace,
Fault though mine he reflects my hollow chest:
Fruit of my pain awaits my heart's bequest.