Autumn's Command

A Shakespearian sonnet about unrequited love.

Alas, when leaves of green turneth color,
and scarlet dominates the limbs plenty,
to celebrate the grand entrance before,
then fall commands the leaves to shed calmly.

My heart doth not resemble Autumn quite,
for leaves of green do not turneth for me.
Your heart only turneth to me in spite,
command thee I cannot for thou art free.

Thou heart art colorless and it is dull.
My love is weakened by thou careless
words. My heart cannot endure its toll.
Of thou love, my heart no longer fancies.

         My lady, if thou heart not alter hue,
         I fear that my heart will turn away from you.