In stillness, why dost thou capture my heart?
A meeting's wish, at times, I lamenteth.
Thou left, the end foreseen, a doleful part,
yet in thy ease severance was senteth.
Mine eyes should ne'er have gazed into thine own
for I wast brutally ensnared, alas!
In rosy chapels, thee so brightly shone,
but anon the road ends at an impasse.
Pleadeth earnestly, prayer bending knees -
oh, how thy presence I both craved and grieved!
Return, sweet love, mendeth what's torn in me
and tarry not, for pain may yet reprieve.
Longing to twist the threads of time undone
when first our destinies in union spun.
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Step Aside Shakespeare
Poetryin which I torment myself by writing Shakespearean sonnets.
