The Sonnet of Ben

The Sonnet of Ben

Here I am; before, alone,
Sitting with another of my kind.
Love, before, I have never shown,
But I can't keep her off my mind.
She seems a little strange, I will admit,
Coornna's not an everyday name.
But there's just something about it;
She sticks in my thoughts, in every frame.
Throughout my life, revenge I did seek,
For vengeance on thoughts that drive me mad.
However, this young woman, so meek,
Makes me think that there's peace to be had.
I forgot to mention: my name is Ben.
And I think this is love that I'm in.