A Sonnet For You

When in much pain of flesh,

Must I see your face in fresh.

Trust as I say, you are a pain

Personified, I love you in vain.

Having felt your kiss, I cry.

Tear-less cries and my cheeks dry;

Making it seem false and me a liar.

Oh! Such pain you make me bear.

Though the world disagree,

Deep inside me, I must agree.

That one day you shall return,

And all fortunes to me turn.

Comprehend my love please.

Mend your wrongs please.