A sonnet by Brian Lange

Secrets and colors, love was on the way
Attention broken, my head slow to move
When overcome my gaze became a ray
Extension of soul, please let it prove!

A snuck suspicion of admission for mission
Pensive I came but still eagerly yearned
With hope of more than fair acquisition
In karmic behavior we have all learned

You then required to know all my details.
Promised a tribe, euphoric allusion.
Unfurled your banner of premium grails
Monday morn I unboxed disillusion

All transactional relations will fail
Like morning mists in a northwestern vale