Purple Sonnet

Purple Sonnet by Anthony Knight

Quixotic Immortal Ocean Of Insanity
These waters shall not be my grave.
With her Carnal knowledge, I laid deprave.
Dreamy mind, lost in an endless search for Humanity.

Eternally hallow, this journey of vanity
Want I do not, to be the asylums slave.
For my lovers lips, are not in a patted cave.
With eyes able to eclipses a narcissistic personality.

Pushing away, grim delusions.
This exotic woman of the real.
My Existence depends on her transfusion.
Saving me from a hermit, loveless confusion.
Making ‘true love’ seems, less surreal.
Our path to a utopian romances, needs not illusions.