English Sonnet.

No man could love her.

No beauty she beheld.

“Look at her!” said the Monsieur.

“Grotesque!” the crowd yelled.

 

She lowered her head,

Shame she did feel.

She longed to be wed,

For it all to be real.

 

All she did was weep,

Day in and day out.

No one understood her deep

Feelings, she did doubt.

 

She decided she was done,

She would love no one!

2011 (c) Jennifer Gioia

 

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