The Lady Masquerade By: Preston Baum Sonnet
Love is so vacant upon my caring heart,
A Molecular structure influenced by separation;
Too Bad that moment is no longer fluorishing,
No direction to go when it stops from the start;
Together we shall fit these pieces back, no longer apart,
You abandoned these precious moments as a flock of seagulls disarray;
Come back such as a whimpering dog in distress for his owner,
Let our love saturate as a sweet melody, no longer bitter as a tart;
Love is so scandalous when it is not true,
Affairs of matters in the way of our true joy,
Patented as we are trademarked for each other
But you never came back.