Sonnet 3

Wherefore art thou o wretched god of misery
Look! Look upon what thou hast surely wrought
My love for her burns hot, yet trickery!
Though I yearn and yearn I am surely fraught
Disallowed am I from touch while smitten
Cursed forevermore to love from afar
The poison'd apple already bitten
Undoubtedly will form a brutal scar
Is this my life now, this ceaseless longing?
Pining and yearning is all I've been shown
But what of joy and need and belonging?
Hiding my empty despair all alone
Want nothing more than a seductive glance
To communicate there is but a chance