Sonnet 15 Poem by John Florio

The pain of love had I never known,
And I contracted an illness of the heart;
How terrible it is that let me down,
In the midway, who chose for us to part.
Destination remained ahead of us,
Before the sun set, and darkness grew,
My eyes got stuck where did I focus,
But tears lidded my eyes, lost that view.

Of the one who was with me earlier,
The shadow was moving back from me;
My heart was stricken, and heavier,
I couldn't follow it, but I stopped to see.
What to put blames on those thistles.
When the memory of past still prickles.