Sense Sonnet - Steamer

 Paradise Lost

I found myself in paradise,

Hanging out with angels above.

For me it was too high a price

To have to always be in love.

To understand love did require

That there be hate also as choice.

For love I had little desire,

And so I came to heed hate's voice,

Telling me that with hate I could 

Have any and all I did yearn,

Which was all bad and nothing good,

And so I was the first to burn.

God said, as from heaven I fell,

"Lucifer, you can go to hell."