Kuperu Sonnet

This is my very first sonnet in copping up a broken heart that I felt after having been ignored multiple times by the one I admired.

Tis this lady that named Rhena I fond

Pretty as a yellow flower in the garden

Graceful as a Swan who's in the pond

And smiles with smile like sun o' shining 

Near supposed she is in midst across the sea

I long to row a boat to make me cross

and see if she is near as I supposed she be

Indeed as I supposed, and stand in pause

Until I woke upon a dream away from bed

that this o' heart of mine had chased upon a wind

like a cat you wish to pet and touch its head

ignored and ran and saw me as a fiend.

O romance is a funny thing to get and chase after

Now distant I will be and love on her I falter.