My dear, in your perfection I would keep you
Still and perfect, Grecian bust, forevermore;
And all those who come to steal you
I'd perish them in this, my private war.
A statue, still and standing
I'll drown myself in these, your granite eyes;
My dreams aflight and on your hands now landing
Please don't ignore my pleas, my silent cries.
But you can't hear them, can you?
Your marble ears, though perfect, do not hear.
I resist the urge to curse your soul, to damn you
To the hell I stand in here.
I'll leave; but one last look at your clean lines
In sight, my heart is breaking; one hundred thousand times…
my first attempt at a sonnet…advice appreciated, but don't be too harsh, please