Sonnet 1

Upon the crest of dawn's embrace, I yearn,

For moments past, in twilight's sweet respite,

And in the sun's descent, my thoughts return,

To love's lament, that doth the day ignite.

Where shadows dance, and sweet refrains arise,

My heart, entwined, doth find its solace true,

In silent echoes of thy tender sighs,

Enraptured, lost, in dreams of love's debut.

Yet, Fate, that cruel mistress, doth conspire,

To sever our entangled hearts asunder,

With bitter winds, her tempestuous ire,

Threatens to tear our love apart, and plunder.

But in the end, our love shall rise above,

And conquer all, for naught can quell true love.