Sonnet #2: A Daughter’s Loss

Thieved prior to his hour, by false friends
These gods lacked mercy, as they heard my cries
I hold his still young hand before his ends
He who begot me, strong, pious and wise

From whose secure arms will I be given?
When the wedding bells come for me
To steal my blessings tis not forgiven
As every glance will yearn for thee

The universe had no solicitude
To spare me this much anguish and despair
The enemies hidden in solitude
Yet I bequeath my father in their care

With my patriarch burns my piety
As the perished man is my deity

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