Your eyes, the sun, the way they glint and glareΒ Β I cannot help but see through crystal glass The way you tempt my mind unto despair, Longing for something, far now come and passed. Now I the Icarus, I thought I'd thrive, Again your mind hath lured me to your soul But turn away, and I, thine heart deny A burning love within, I must console. You do not know the way you pierced my heart, Mistook my dismal speech for friendly thought- Whilst I must not my views to you impart, I see that all my trials lead to naught. Regardless, in my arms I wish you home Still welcome here wherever you may roam.
A sonnet for one I will never have, but will always think of