The H sonnet for Love

for many years you've been more of a hindrance than a help
your "true" presence seems to be a hoax
and the consequence: bewildered minds
your words are a hodgepodge of senses inside and, in spite of all these, I consantly pay homage to this Queen,
the Master of all times
the Greatest part of my life: "a hearty greeting to L O V E ".

frags.

Reflex

As strange as it may seem, this constant movement inside is motivating.

Far from wanting to flee, (or else dissappear to feel safe), my "vulnerable self" is kept still, motionless by the gaze.
I look askance. Half closed, "tired eyelids".
My mind doesn't stop thinking:
Is this is a sign of victory?

Does this mirror reflects me as I am? I am scared of what I see, of what I feel.
Here is the ladder.
fgmta.