Sonnet 2
Your Sentiment no longer a thought
As I walk in the shadow so distraught
For my heart speaks in sweet sorrow
For this woman I love to-morrow
Will leave me lost and so alone to weep
I knowingly shall rest my head to sleep
With my heart on my sleeve if you please
I heard a slight laughter through the trees
For she walks in the shadow of his charm
With a willful promise on his arm
Now I can’t whisper her unruly name
Come it nay to me now and shame
Never more you ruthless queen
Should I wake it from this rotten dream?
(This is Laura's Shakespearean sonnet )
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