One day these grey clouds that linger above Will give up and allow their rain to fall The droplets like an echo of my love A shadow of the leaves that fell in fall
I long to reach up with my hands and grab Those hideous clouds I wish would crash Your sign is cancer, the sign of the crab It seems we are not meant to be, we clash
But I know your eyes, eyes I can't evade For that I become a slave to that grey They bear into me as if to invade I have no complaint, I only say stay
My hearts the flame that you always enrage Trapping me in passions bottomless cage
This is my first attempt at writing a sonnet I don't know any cancer signs... it just needed to rhyme