Sonnet

Without love life seemed to be insipid,

It’s like regale containing no salt.

I did believe, as you sow shall you reap it.

In hell I’ve searched for light. It was my fault.

I praised my Lord and Jesus, Holy Heaven

For Thee, my fragile china with no crack.

I treated you as dove not as vulturous raven

Until I saw thy wings and they were black.

My mortal sin, oh Thee, my Holy Mistress,

For love to Thee I should’ve been crucified!

My soul is burned and heart’s cut into pieces,

I can’t accept you though I can’t deny.

Unwise are those who treat love as a treasure,

A torture is what seemed to be a pleasure.