Sonnet of Unforgotten Love

I shall tell thee a story, It is of thy heart.

A young damsel whom I loved before, yet tore thine heart apart.

Know ye that thy soul shall live the days.

The spreading of many wounds cast out like clouds of gray.

Shall i compare her to a shroud of dark, that cannot see the the light?

Lest we know it true to be that her heart is cold as ice.

Thy wisdom have grown strong but thy soul has weakened so.

Even as we speak of now, thy heart will never glow.

Smashed and burned away by a cluttered damsel beast.

She ravaged through my inner self and now upon thee she feasts.

Tearing at me from inside thy soul making wounds so bad.

But now thy self knows thee but still so utterly sad.

Thy past weakens thee from so much emotional stress.

Thy love that once was good now turns into a retched mess.

Such a beast to tear thy heart with not a care to see.

This damsel i use to love has now crucified me.

Thy soul has gotten lost thy comfort will never show.

Lest we know it all to be true my death has begun to grow.

Thy grave will forever more, lie awake within its bed.

This damsel of all reasoning surely wants thee dead.

Shedding the markings of an overwhelmed girl.

This beast of torment reveals thy true self that unfurls.

Leaving scars from pain so long ago.

I thyself will always know that love is a killer intro.