December 2016 poetic Traditions
As I sit all alone each day
I wonder where you may have gone
Are you someplace so far away
May I ask what heart was undone.
You leave me here all broken up
My heart is torn all asunder
Each day I sip from my own cup
I regret each major blunder.
Christmas comes only once each year
This year I wish it would pass by
When I face life without you dear
I hang low my head and I cry.
Other's wishes will now soon come true
All I want for Christmas is you.
Sonnet form - iambic tetrameter - 14 lines