More Shakespeare's Sonnets
By Fox-Trot-9

Sonnet 65: Fair Youth
(Guilt 14)

So here I sit alone beside the fountain,
Brooding on dismal thoughts, the damage done,
My troubles weighing heavy as a mountain;
Sweet peace abounds for all, while I have none.
The fountain's soothing waters splash and ripple,
Sending sweet music to my harking ears;
Yet I keep brooding, morally a cripple,
Over a situation full of fears.
But who is this, when I upturn my eyes
Upon the lonesome figure in the shade?
Why does my stomach fill with butterflies,
When nothing's here to make me so afraid?
      The figure nears, all dressed in silken black,
      Black hair, black eyes—my lady has come back!

(To be continued...)

A/N: As promised, here's the penultimate sonnet for this part of the sequence... Hope you're enjoying these pieces... ( ^_^ )