Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Loves Me Not

I took a feathered quill and wrote

To my beloved from my heart

A how much she meant to me note,

And pressed some flowers on for art.

I told her that without her, I

Could not imagine life beyond.

I asked that she place her reply

Where we first did meet by the pond.

I sealed my letter with a kiss,

And had it delivered to her.

I now hear back in hopeful bliss

That I do get good news for sure.

The letter back starts out, "Dear John ..."

I am a disappointed swan.