The pride, the fire and sorrow in her eyes
The beauty that I see will no one else behold
When someone falls in love he can be wise
No more than fifteen year old be bold
Oh yes, my friends, I am a fool today
I fell in love with her, completely lost my head
Her name I now pronounce as if I pray
I have no appetite, nor sleep, I’m always sad
Shall never I forget the sweetness of her voice,
The beauty that I saw will no one else behold
She simply cut me off from outside noise
She is the purest angel that has ever walked this world
Sonnet 2
© Copyright: Виктор Бонд, 2005
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