Sonnet 145.5

I wrote my response to Shakespeare's sonnet 145. I find it quiet lovely.

For whose mind is wrapped around Wisdom’s finger
In such time of certain anger
Came frustration in breathing, “I hate”
Oh to what a surprise it makes!
The single tone seemed to break his walls,
And make what was so guarded glass
To shattered nothing.
But to see such a state within thyn eyes,
Broke the tension and remained in the silence
Where then brought upon a sighful, “I hate”
With all the feeling in a beating heart and waking soul,
The feeling of disturbed mind flew away,
And so peacefully brought back the pleasure of love.
   “I hate” watching his eyes so glossing over from pain,
    came to shine as beauty purposed, so after the “not you.”