All English Sonnets
Of course, I agree, you will not delay,
And will not terry for a jiffy e’en,
And leaving everything, will come away,
Your steadfastness, unquestioned dear, has been.
But I will like to tell you, come what may,
That out of its contest and misapplied,
My message has been. Therefore you replied
In anger. Therefore, you have gone astray.
Wide of the mark. I like to make it clear
I state my factual fears, not complain.
O! Don’t interrupt me – pay attention, dear,
And let my fears truly, this explain.
I know that you won’t tarry when you hear
But ere you know it – I shall die of pain.