SONNET OF LAMENTATION

Oh waxing Phoebe!how merciless art thou? To stalk when my Psyche lamenting. Thou art stoleth radiance of her sanctity face Ye haven't thy own Never bud aroma roses, it's not virtue When my loved mourns It's from her rosette cheeks Thou grasped away her colour Aurora!I pray unto thee Ensconce my loved for mercy sake Fear I, the lustful Sun May perhaps, copulate her through radiance Pluck away my eyes, oh lightning! For I dare not to witness, my dying Psyche.