Sense Sonnet - Acher

April Love

She was the one love of my life.
Her name was April, as in spring.
That's when I took her for my wife,
My love for April blossoming.
The rest of spring was ecstasy.
We stirred in summer's passioned blend,
And autumned in sweet harmony;
But winter brought a sudden end.
April, one night, announced her plan.
She wanted us to be unwed.
She'd always loved another man.
She aimed a gun and shot me dead.

Betrayal is so cold and cruel.
There's no fool like an April fool.