Sonnet I
Why is i that my heart must beat for two,
when feelings are not returned from either?
Polar opposites, though there are a few
ways in which similar: kind and clever.
To the first, my love remains un-returned.
The second's heart, belongs to another.
His love I once had but away I turned,
and because of that my heart must suffer.
For he is my hearts deepest desire.
I wish he knew about the way I feel.
This poem I write for him, I shall post.
I shall write my name and close with a seal.
Now I know who my heart beats for the most.
However, this poem I cannot post.
