First English Sonnet: Longing.

Longing.

Which color does my anguish show today?

I'm the slave of my never-ending spleen!

Upon touch is yellow, and then turns grey,

and when caressed too much turns to dark green.

That somber look upon my anguish's face

turns to bright golden when facing my eye;

its cheeks full of sorrow show the bright lace

of a current drenched in mystical dye.

But from all the possible colors, by

far the worst is when my anguish is blue:

such beautiful color I cannot defy,

as morning bristles cannot with the dew.

From this blue sadness, this gloominess

my heart aches, and longs, and finds no rest.