This sonnet should be about love
not about a girl who loves fiction.
wrote her story after the head institution,
melancholy eyes with an sort of
Angelic face, she must be made of
The midnight sky, should I show ambition?
even if *** is my only intention
The arrows of love have not fallen from above
But, she must be a king's treasure
how long can those lips be ignored?
A revered beauty, if she was to
Rank a man, I could never measure
it's a fantasy and nothing more
when an interrupted girl is loving you