My heart was like an open window
Yet, here I am wearing a green willow
How did I end up with plight?
For like a candle, I gave up myself to give light

Love, have I not out-played the devil?
Or is she someone else as well?
Didn’t my heart resound through hers?
Or did she grow small ears?

Sonnet! Sonnet! Oh dear sonnet,
Did you grow thorns whilst in her heart?
She gave you iron curtains
But still, words flew to me and it pains
Rove within reach my eyes, dear
For further poetry dies and only rain rhymes