Silence weeps its woes as I awaken
And return from the nightmare I was in
I stare at memories once forgotten
And mourn the loss of a sweet dream within
Then regret at my foregone compulsion
To kill love with the love of another
And fall deep in a sordid obsession
The fantasy that she'd be my lover
But in times of depression and despair
When the mind knows not a thing to decide
At the darkest hour, I could not repair
You waited lovingly right by my side
And now I dream, drinking wine together
In our garden, and it lasts forever
This is a Shakespearean sonnet in iambic pentameter with an abab rhyming-scheme.
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