Sonnet #1
Should I compare you to a winter’s night
Frigid, harsh, ice-like and frozen
Impassionate, immobile in my sight
Regretting ever being chosen
Or should I compare you to the ocean
Vast and wide, a gulf of blue
Void of sights and of motion
That is what love was to you
A moonless sky held more love
An airless breath more life
A world of conflict held less strife
More filling was the void above
We’re now apart, and I am glad
Here’s to the love we never had.
