Sonnet 1.

I have no wondrous summer days

Rather, I possess every sad winter night

And if I loved you, I would count the ways

But nothing you ever said was ever right.

I am captured by my loneliness,

Nearly destroyed in a miserable state.

Your presence causes great distress,

For the only one who loves me is the only one I hate.

What could be worse than this feeling?

Even Death would be a welcome thing.

Each word from your mouth sends me reeling,

As you claim my eyes would turn pauper to King.

And yet my heart, knowing the truth, is made even colder -

For I took a vow, and now with you I must grow ever older.

Author's Note

Not a traditional sonnet, but rather a variation on the form.