All English Sonnets
In your narration of the episodes,
The most important thing is left unsaid,
And fires are burning in my heart’s abode,
And hurricanes go raging in my head.
To think that in your countless love-affairs,
No mention of my presence intervenes,
Is what supplants my ever-flowing tears,
And freezes flowing juices in my veins,
What eats me up and makes me really sore,
Is this that you ignore my sorry state,
And if you can not love me any more,
O dearest! give me all your blazing hate.
But when you put your story on the sale,
Ensure that it include my woeful tale.