Sonnet 2

 Despite the burden, and hatred

That you have caused to me

To hide your low esteem

For yourself and of yourself,

I, as a fool, no matter what,

At any cause will love,

And try to pull your sorrow

For your illusory physical problems

Out of your moronic head,

Yet, your very tired neck

Falls down upon my back,

Only known regret I had is that

Un/fortunately, you are no man to be called

Me being inexperienced was the reason that made you loved.