was this a correct thing to see?

Was this a correct thing to see?
In a place they called matrimony:
Wherefore they asked, “Love conquers all.”
I ask myself, “Is that love at all?”

“Two hearts,” they said, “But beat as one.”
“Mutual”, that word was one.
A bond that ties these hearts as one,
Can tie two hearts only as one?

I let myself to ask again
And tied my thoughts in vain:
“That bond you called matrimony,
Was that something you long to see?”

“Absurd,” a word I long to put
In line along that of my foot.
“Fidelity” was Wordsworth’s style,
But to nature he longed to smile.

Here are lovers, who long to act
Against nature, that stated fact.
One of these hearts, it fell and cracked,
Along each line, it crashed and smacked.

Those words were harsh that flew past by,
Hateful they were Oh my Oh my!
Such Hate can spring from all those lies.
“Such Hate,” I say, “Such powerful lies.”

“Broken” a word they didn’t foresee,
But fate was there to make them see
Those lies, those lies were put on trial
Along that line set by the friar.

Suspicions now come to light,
The Hearts that beat with all their might
To seek revenge among his friends
Who talked about the latest trends.

Set out was he that cruel Romeo
Avenge he must of his polio.
High pitched fever his heart did bore
Filled with anguish there at the core.

my thoughts are with you sonnet.

Dated 5th May, 2011. Its the 3rd time ive edited this work...I want to go in accordance with the Shakespearean Sonnet style of writing... I hope I don't commit no crime in writing this sonnet because sonnet has got such a strict rule.

My thoughts are there with you, oh yes with you,
High on wine and high on you.Seduce me
With your vines, I will read my lines to you
Make this world mine. Distance is far maybe,
Between you and I. But near are you here
In my heart and in my frightening mind.
How am I s'pose to spend my night out here?
I can't be lying here with my own kind.
Don’t let the heavens fall on me hold me
In your heart tonight, caress me and I,
I'll put you deep in my thoughts do hold me.
I yearn for that secret pleasure, yes I.
When holding hands meant being a part of us
That state when I become you that tied us.

complicated simplicity sonnet.

The simplicity of it all, and oh
The loneliness enthralling me beyond
The complicatedness of it all, oh
Deep down inside I feel the rising tides.
Facing the phase of adulthood: am I
Alone? Is it my soul seeking a dream?
Is it my life, my past and my future
Confounding themselves delving deep in wars
Is it that black fairy trying so hard
To hold its life so dear it had cherished?
Something from somewhere pokes me and tells me
To not take the step I am yet to take;
Finding it hard to even concentrate
Upon this life oh this dark lifeless life