Our star-struck eyes first met as the sun cracked
the dawn sky, and I, long lost to the mist,
fell for the radiance of your smile. You lacked
nothing I ever wanted; you eclipsed
the glorious day, and the darkness fell
as the shadow crossed your pallid brow.
You turned away, and I’m burnt – a spent shell,
and I shed dead skin like leaves from the bough.
But you suffer now the dark countenance
of my love; and what is that but hurt pride:
a regret, the bitter sore remembrance
of better times? You turn but cannot hide.
So look me in the eye: only your tears
can mitigate the pain of all these years.
note: my take on sonnet 34 by WS