A Sonnet, Sadly
Alone, I set upon a lover’s quest,
To find a soul that always would be true,
Someone in whom my love would find it’s rest;
I prayed for love, and then my heart found you.
With beauty like the sunshine after rain,
Or moonlight dancing on the meadow’s dew,
And something in your smile I can’t explain,
Together form the vision that is you.
How bold to think that my love might prevail,
With one who’s yet to feel the touch of age,
The picture in my mirror tells the tale,
A withered husk that holds me like a cage,
In perfect worlds, we’d love the one we choose,
But one should never seek to love a Muse.