Secret Sonnet #9

Oh darling, break the icy cold silence
Encasing your heart. I was a true friend
And I blameless proclaim my innocence
Of all wrongs that brought on the big chill. Tend
Your fallen comrade with sweet tenderness
Cut down in the cause of your own glory
My unjust battle scars your mercy bless
And in fairness, attend my war story.
I have struggled with my feelings and though
Over seven months now, yet it seems more,
Hate versus love, love won, but this you know -
I have unpacked my poor heart like a whore.
Life is short, then we die, you well know this,
But you could know pleasure, I could know bliss.

The whore line comes from Hamlet's "What a rogue and peasant slave am I" soliloquy in Act II Scene 2: "...What an ass am I. This is most brave. That I, the son of a father murdered, prompted to my revenge by heaven and hell must like a whore unpack my heart with words..."

Actually, that's a modern translation. The original, as displayed at gutenberg.org goes:

What an Asse am I? I sure, this is most braue,
That I, the Sonne of the Deere murthered,
Prompted to my Reuenge by Heauen, and Hell,
Must (like a Whore) vnpacke my heart with words,