A sonnet modeled after Shakespeare's style. :D
My dear friend, you ask me why
All my songs are like a sigh
Coz sorrow is the feeling I can't pretend
And this is the best I can defend
Like all the roses blossom in the spring
Sweet happiness they would bring
Their real destiny is in the winter
All the smiling petals will wither
Thousands of years ago a grain of sand
Played by the Maker's capricious hand
Fell into a lonely clam's softest heart
Endless suffer is how he does his part
For love will wi
