New Leaf Sonnet #2

Oh my love, my love, my sweet darling dear!
I'm not talking to you or about you,
It's but a vocal spasm. If you hear
Rumors I write poems for you - not true.
There is a great tempestuous ocean
Within my unfortunate female core -
I near vomit in seasick emotion.
Idiot devotion. I can no more
Endure this, it beggars human belief.
I stagger with all rocking and rolling,
It isn't worth the torment - sweet relief
I must have - less salt, more senamensing.
Extreme measures must be taken and soon -
My heart impaled on a bloody harpoon.