English Sonnet.

After hours of waiting,

Finally he came.

Looking down in shame,

I hid my hating.

To tell the facts,

You have to accept;

That this reason made you wept,

It could be the wrong act.

But why? I ask would you do that,

To make you so be partner,

Be angry at.

He strides to another,

Off along the fields,

Would he rather?

To break my heart, to break our love,

To darken the clouds up above.