All English Sonnets
I should have warned you truly in advance
That if you leave me, I would die of pain,
But by your sensuous presence I was slain,
And thus to warn I never got a chance
You saw me breathing: I was in a trance,
You with the arrows of your glances probed,
But I was lifeless, therefore never moved,
And could not with abundant pleasure dance
And sensations of joys thus enhance.
You took me to be wooden and you sighed,
For no way I had given you response,
My true condition was unspecified.
You turned away, without a backward glance,
I called your name in vain and quietly died.