Sonnet 6: Unrequited Love

Oh those lips that Love designed for kissing Are of such beauty and so soft to kiss. Yet Cupid’s arrow fired but keeps missing Our paths seldom cross and do often miss. I sometimes do view you dear from afar, From my seat in the town square I see thee. I pray you keep the door to your heart ajar For Cupid’s arrow to fly straight from me. But I see you with another bright flame Strolling through the town, your sweet hearts delight. I have yet to know my heart rivals name To challenge him to a duel, a lovers fight. Yet to hate him is wrong, I must succumb And wait for love to die, and hearts to numb.