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Sonnet XXVII (Love, love, a habit I wore)

Love, love, a habit I wore
which from your cloth was cut
wearing it loosely1 it was more pinching
and constraining once it was upon me.
 
Now it's after what I consented
such a regret has taken me
that I try at times from grief
to rip this in which I put myself in.
 
But, who would from this habit get free
having such an opposite nature
that one comes to conform with it2.
 
If by luck some part remains
of my reason, it dares not show itself for my sake
not being secure3 in such a contradiction.
 

• 1. lit. broadly, meaning a lot of it
• 2. one comes to fit the habit better, as opposed to the other way around
• 3. beautiful word play! it means sure, it means safe, and it means held fast