Sonnet

My weeping does not affect your heart.
My heart is so affected because of your badness.
Isn't strange that love works in mysterious ways? Is an art?
Love can give you such a good life or sadness!
How comes to me this pain to produce my bawl
Since you told me your love is flying at another sky
Can it be that my heart likes to be suffering and to howl?
Just right now all my heart wants is this pain to outcry.
I wanted to give you a love so good and sublime.
My love was a flame that wanted to ignite your soul.
Your words and scorns were for my hear like dynamite
And left my illusions death and your memory is a ghost:
A terrible and horrible ghost that wrecks my heart
In grief I am living now, alone, deserted... Apart.