Sonnet V

Why then do I make haste in this travail?
Is it for dreams, ideal but never real?
Not reason; cooler minds never prevail,
Nor status; mine is lesser. Still I feel
Attraction to her mind, and soul, and wit.
On these I've built the talks that tear my heart
Yet build it up in time. I do admit
My choices seem recoiled. Did I depart
Just recently from a failed port on shore?
I tell the truth, I've sailed to fill a void
And in that quest time's forced it to be more.
In my own words, it's one that I've enjoyed.
It's for her comfort, kind and pure in sense
That comes through love, but first through my offence.