In the desolate valley of ashes, Where my morose rotting corpse was once laid, Along the mortal peril and lashes, To once cheer was present that now has fade.
I knew him within his darkest secrets, Gallant bravery and grandiloquence; Along women's ghastly hearts leaving frets, Reaping none but wonder for his essence.
I yearn for your powerful connection, Including shunning all things pernicious. I only long for your dear affection, For, I've loved you whilst being cautious.
You might have thought I am a deceiver, Luring your dear heart to a false lover.
This is my very first sonnet. Supposedly, sonnets are meant to be written cheerfully with dramatic romantic aura but I can't seem to express myself into something blissful. Hope this one is nice enough. :)