Because the Words Hung Heavy in the Air

Because the words hung heavy in the air
The triplet came rebounded, sounded back.
But ask, I must, if circumstance is fair,
When feelings of assurance you might lack.
Sustain me not with vain and idle hopes,
With words alone I am most lightly fed.
Cut free the brittle tangle of these ropes
And leave all but the solid truth unsaid.
A torture, yes, to brave the empty space,
And not to worry all that you might give,
But if care, at least, be in your wish to place
Speak not, and let my honor longer live.
For hearing words whose falseness counters true
Is worse, by far, than hearing none from you.

I thought I'd try my hand at some Shakespearean-style sonnets. I'm never sure about punctuation though, so if you have any pointers, let me know.

And also, i think there should be a "love" category called "confused love" or something, haha