After writing my previous sonnet, I felt like mixing it up a bit with a "love sucks" type of sonnet. Here you are!
Frailty
Our love was blossoms nearing summer's end,
that sigh and grieve their tiring colors' fade,
and cling with fervor to bare branches frayed,
which shiver, shying from the spiteful winds.
Our souls were two thoughts by one poet penned;
together twined, yet best apart displayed,
Unwary of the hungry, slow-death shade;
the night that sparked our bitter hearts to rend.
Bleak memory, yet precious glimpse of bliss!
Both fondness swept aside and treasured trials,
now haunt this empty, wintered heart of grey.
Sweet memories of your soft, silken kiss,
and depths of love that stretched 'cross endless miles
died 'long with fainting petals, blown away.
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