Sonnet 13
By:  Matt Ferraro

Her eyes are the stars that guide my ship.
Her soft whisper, the wind that fills my sails.
Without her love can I survive this trip?
Knowing without her sweet love I will fail.
Her lips, the lush pillows I rest upon.
Her body strong like this lost lonely craft.
Flirtatious nature nothing's but a con?
Without her, this huge ships seems like a raft.
Now I must suffer with losing her for
She lies in her dreamless sleep, six feet down.
The need to seek revenge on her murder
So strong. If I do not, I will drown.
My ship sinks down in the destitute sea

With the revenge she will now be with me.