First+period+Group+Seven

 __  After the Battle     __ I compose this to you in agony Through the painful dreams of my heart and soul. Love unrequited is a tragedy That I must face to fill these gaping holes.  My dreams rehashed bring nothing but sorrow Haunting visions of you enter my cries The heart I have left seems to be hollow In stark contrast to your radiant eyes  Still your smile provides a place of peace And there are no words to describe your grace Though your heart is a place beyond my reach You, my love, make my world a better place  I will content myself with loving you Because life's too short to deny what's true.

a Shakespearean sonnet on the theme of love by Meredith Gasaway