Sunset

A Shakesperian sonnet about romantic love,

Weak, weak is my oh so ambitious heart.
Waver, waver whence difficulty show.
Long, long do I whence we exist apart.
Betray, betray doth my wit, too, I know.

Pretend, pretend a new life haveth do I.
Liken, liken doth I attempt to change,
Harder, harder this heart to satisfy.
Turneth, turneth will, of course, this time’s page.

Many, many heartbreaks should this heart take,
Afraid, afraid of another, I am.
Never, never will thou love I forsake,
Fully, fully doth your love my heart cram.

All these struggles doth I sure forget,
Whence I think of my beautiful sunset.