Never at You

A Sonnet

How I hate the world because of this girl,
but I could never be mad at you,
my white shining star that glows sapphire blue,
the hatred the oyster, but you the pearl.
I know, forsake the forest for sapling,
and I could never be mad at you,
though I carry your cross in all I do,
left elect with this crucifix grappling
but I’m the mother washing my child’s face
so I could never be mad at you,
hiding my head and wishing, “it’s not true!”
This hatred and grief has left me quite crazed,
	so I cry the lonesome call of the loon
	that I could never be mad at you!