I wrote this sonnet today. I don't really have any further notes on it than that.

To forget yourself is quite a bold feat

To forget others would be greater yet

Compounded, they would make one's self complete

I, empty, have not the strength to forget

Reaction of others is greatly feared

In jest, I know what they'd be keen to say

"What, do ye love?" -- well, she is very dear

But I do not think that I live correctly

Speak, and I will cling to every word

Time could now freeze and there be nothing left

Don't question my love, for I can't affirm

Ask for me, but I sadly cannot accept

God has given love, but I walk away

Confirmation, I have not the strength to say

I don't think it's exactly coherent or cohesive, but it gets across a few points, kinda.