Sonnet II

I'd sieze her pain if possible to sieze,
For tears on her sweet pailing cheek do cause
Distress within, and I would cross the seas
To heal her broken heart in all its flaws.
For broken though her heart may be inside,
She lets it rest behind her blazing eyes
which pierce in cyan elegence; reside
against the purest porcelain skin, disguised
as sapphire pools of clearest beauty mild.
For she is beautiful inside and out,
From curling ebon locks to passions wild.
Yet I do fear my heart is thrown about.
    Her gentle warmth contains my fullest thought
    For all my energies, I'm left with nought