Sonnet II

2/1/97

 
My heart is blue
My eyes are red
Her picture is glue
that sticks to my head. 


Her words are blood
that stains my mind
with acid tears that flood
and cause me to go blind.


Sunset at dawn
with nights so cold
My love is gone
I long for her to hold.

Oh foolish heart that beats,
When will you admit defeat?

                     Copyright © 1997 R.H. Young