Sonnet I
My lungs choke upon thine heart from which cast-
Out betwixt words missed, tainting colden air.
For I knew my unshared wish would not last;
That torment to our ship ran beaches bare.
Thy weight renders me weak as fallow ground.
I am the Earth and thou the sky so blue:
Stifled by my own carelessness and drown'd
By thine own beaut; never deservest you.
My undershoulder became void without
Thine warmth of Hestia aside my breast.
If frozen hell bound thee more further south,
Thou, rebirthed phoenix, soars unlike the rest
For I follow this more as I believe:
Thou only returns if wind sets thee free