Sonnet

Sonnet

Dante Alighieri (1265-1321)

Ye ladies, walking past me piteous-eyed,

Who is the lady that lies prostrate here?
Can this be even she my heart holds dear?
Nay, if it be so, speak, and nothing hide.
Her very aspect seems itself beside,
And all her features of such altered cheer
That to my thinking they do not appear
Hers who makes others seem beatified.

‘If thou forget to know our lady thus,

Whom grief o'ercomes, we wonder in no wise,
For also the same thing befalleth us,
Yet if thou watch the movement of her eyes,
Of her thou shalt be straightaway conscious.
O weep no more; thou art all wan with sighs.

One Sided Love

I laid my eyes upon him, before me.

Something tells me to go near him closer,

So I can take a look at him better.

 I want to drown on his look like see,

Want to bite him that leaves a sting like bee.

Can’t think of anything good like Chaucer,

Nor bad as the idea of Hitler,

I want to ask him, with me, for a tea.

But I know asking him wouldn't be wise.

He got everything, including the chance,

To pleasure, to delight, a woman’s heart,

And yet it’s up to him to compromise.

Whoever he choose, together they dance,

If it’s not me, I choose to be apart.