Sonnet #1

Empty tempests dance of the limbs of winter's branch:
Exposed to the pain of love not loving
Till too late the mark is noticed to have no mark at all,
And tender hearts are hardened by void of never showing

Love's never ending date has shown none but too late
For hand in hand has no hand in its own;
A single love for nothing but love is to never create
To the single flake tosses and turns in its delayed loan

Yet, light that will ever shine with vibrant hope;
Love is a two sided quarrel; with two sides to fill
Leaving lights on where darkness lives helps none to float:
It is fate in the worst sense, to be lived and never to thrill

To live and love as one with only one and to be done with out thee,
Is to live a life with a doomed hope that no one but thou can see.