sonnet Your heart is hidden

Your heart is hidden well inside your fort
Im pal at best it ratchets purest pain
A wishful want and wanting wish in vain
Ill shove you soon how much Im out of sort
Ive got no great gripe which needs quick report
Im flustered while I front a faux disdain
Im mesmerised and mystified in main
You stick me semiprecious stones come court
A coral ring on finger when I wake
Lips clam dry and loving feelings linger
Dream was where I wept and what a zinger
If sleeps of tear ducts drop like pearl opaque
Your lack of levity and feeling ground
My soul in sufferance still sets off bound
Chorus ground base fix