Sonnet III

In midst of life's intriguing fantasy

I do depict somewhere a tale of woe

In all the joys and laughter of release

A touch of sadness lingers from long ago.

Momentous love is beautiful. Then again

When time alone conquers its dying fires

Its long lasting comforts is hard to regain

When we are distracted by other desires.

For memory, though deeply etched in mind and heart,

Slowly must fade and vanish with a better rhyme.

My feelings for you, likewise fall apart.

How can you stay intact, changeless with toils of time?

So let us reserve ourselves to simplicity

That nothing will last or ever be for free.