I shall be writing this sonnet for you.
Poured my heart and all memories for keep
For you’ve painted my life with all the hue
But I admit that in the end I weep.
I remembered perfectly and clearly
How you looked into me with so much glee.
Yet our song ended early and sadly
You chose to leave me wishing my soul flee.
I shall hate you for choosing her than me.
The memories left me wounded and blue.
I tried to be happy as I can be
Still the tears won’t stop giving me no clue.
As long as I can write our love story,
I shall write it once and not feel sorry. 11/14