Sonnet I

This night, anxiety hath reached its peak
For trembling hands betray my inner state
The news he spake I prayed no one would speak
For one I love hath sadly met his fate
In months long passed, his tender heart hath ached
For one who held his heart upon a string
Her admiration for his love she faked
For his brother was her adulterous fling
He made his vow to love her nevermore
And then, to my heart, he found welcome warm
And yet, shreds of his love clung to the whore
He left me with sad mem’ries of his charm
And now, the news I heard was cruel and rude
The harlot hath seduced him back for good