Seventeen and soaked by cold Spring shower, Splitting setting sun; life seemingly undone, Pretty bow once held that fragile flower Now lies upon the ground for everyone To hear your cries, o’er stolen alibis While from this cold park seat you view deceit In shattered window glow through teary eyes That blur the words of letter incomplete Where once was written fancy words like love And care and share have bled into despair So dark and yet that curs-ed light above Still mocks that page with sick sardonic glare, My lovesick dove, look up and feel His grace Take rightful place to warm that pretty face. - Scott Alexander McKenzie
Indeed, redeeming! ❤️. What a beautiful Sonnet.