12 April 2012
O sweet lady of night,
Why must we meet in dark?
With a glimmer of light,
You leave without a mark.
I leave my home each day,
I leave my wife distressed.
Yet when I see you lay
Upon my heaving chest...
Your hair so sweet and red,
And skin so soft and fine.
You never stray from bed,
You never will be mine.
So should you ever want to,
I'll be here, waiting for you.
Hexasyllabic Sonnet • Opuss № I