Sunday 30 September 2007

The Wrongest Man (A Sonnet)

I am in love and I cannot help it
At the sight of him my heart skips a beat
I am in love and I cannot stand it
With the wrongest man I ever could meet

Does he know I'm alive, can he see what I feel?
Shall I tell him about my love or what?
Imagine just how that would make him feel!
Surely I'm not such an idiot!

By no means can I get him out of my head
First I want to cry and then I feel sick
I will go and get me a wooden stick
And hit me over the silly head instead

What have I done to deserve such a fate?
Don't want to love but already it's too late...