Sense Sonnet - Acher

 While We Will Weep

I am a lure for lovers who

Desire their privacy, and so

Come share their love, and with me too,

Whispering secrets that I know.

Two lovers, he and she, would come,

And for a while would love away,

But fate separated them from

Each other, and just one does stay.

He weeps a lot, I weep as well,

Assuring him I be his friend

Through the loss of her that befell,

To break his heart, so slow to mend.

Singing "O Willow Waly" to me,

His comforting weeping willow tree.