All English Sonnets
I , in my tracks become transfixed.
When by your presence I am suddenly blessed,
In wreaths of smiles sultry -visage dressed,
And breathlessness with panting passion mixed.
Approach with willowing sighs and moan prefixed.
My plans are by your presence so out- guessed,
And by my own confusion so oppressed,
I curse my fate and feel my stars are jinxed,
And under duress agony, caressed
I can not cope with such a motley crew,
And by my ownself bothered and harassed,
With problems manifold and talents few.
When you depart and leave by person messed,
Suffix it with regrets, a tear or two.