Sonnet # 12

By sadness struck, I at the rose do look
And see it human with tears down her face.
I think how much my heart you really took,
And how much your lines quite the rose debase
For you have a beauty that came from above.
You're mortal only for one day you'll die.
At times you look so peaceful, poor the dove!
I fell for you, and now I wish to cry.
You are that one who comes bad trick so high.
Water seemed fresh when drank has different taste.
It's hard to see how much your eyes do lie.
I can't believe your skin that looks so chaste.
  I lived for beauty, made it my high pride.
  I cried my heart and mind; oh cruel outside!