Sonnet - The Flowers Do Rot And Decay
The flowers do rot and decay,
their life without thee does not exist,
their gasps and pleas beg for thee to stay;
like them, my heart is in a twist.
It pleads for your warm, loving hand,
without thee, its life cannot remain.
My body buckles and these legs cannot stand;
in you, every malicious thing abstains.
The lushness of spring and its fairness
fail to compare to thee,
for your beauty leaves me breathless;
who is more loving of you than me?
This love unsung shall be unknown,
between us, it will be grown.