Sonnet II

Of all the beauty in this world of mine,

A joy never lends me its company

No glory divine, no best friends benign

No birds to sing at my sill, not any

A chilling wind that poisons my gladness

A darkness and emptiness that haunts me

The sun so harsh it bakes my sunglasses

The wind so cold, it won’t let me be

But sometimes in my suffering, horrid hate

I see a light shining bright very near

Like a twist and turn by the muse of Fate

You are there, and you wash away my fear

A rope to hold me above the water,

You hold my hand, and I cannot falter