Because it is Bitter
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Helen's Sonnet
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To whom that look upon him as a man
I dare to think my eyes perceive him more,
And in my thoughts conceive a most assur'd plan
to place my heart where nothing was before,
And when his gaze holds likeness to a storm
soften the waves of raging force with smile,
His shape is one that holds a pleasing form
my continence a state of his beguile,
And I dare to dream on such a man as this
though... in interest his does not lay with me,
Whom he will never think upon or kiss
or see (mind like his) a blushing bride to be,
Knowing, I try shake my thoughts of him
for love never grew where love was sin.
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AN: This poem is in Helen's POV. Helen loves Sherlock and yet believes her feelings can not be reciprocated by him. This takes place in "An Unforeseen Occurrence" by AerynFire. This is also my first Shakespearean Sonnet.
