Sonnet 2

A patchwork of life, stories preserved. Look!
It's sewn with noble intentions, though frayed,
together fabrics woven, mismatched, made
and stitched my memories within, they shook!
Like seeds that fell into a stream or brook,
unbidden image returns; pawn to rook.
Twas slain by him in love, a love betrayed.
How cruel! Those gestures' meaning I mistook!
O tapestry of scars, of wounds, and loss!
What fool was I to hope for love returned!
He's forsaken my heart, so bruised and burned,
a painless love, I've yet to come across.
It's said, by karma we are all controlled,
and with this fact, alone, I am consoled.

My first sonnet!

I fear my freedom forever is lost

to him, alas, my love I shall atone

again I find that He assessed the cost

a debt to pay lest I remain alone

concerned you ask what I intend to gain

for love cannot be harvested or grown

conceal, though I try, desire shame and pain

by Daphnis and Chloe this love is known

it burns like molten glass that glistens bright

a passion framed displayed for all to see

beheld by none; but when through shines the light

the hues reveal the beauty felt by me

afraid and hesitating I wait

for him to notice and accept our fate