Here is an attempted Sonnet
Yesterdays Garden, Today.
Days I waste away in lazy sway,
On a mount of regretful words
Neath the tree we used to play;
A nest now smashed by swords
How I've wished we could return,
To faithful love's sweetest ways
Quench hate's fire, end its burn,
Light the darkness where it stays
I see you there amidst a garden;
Smile and beckon me to come,
Calling out love's familiar voice,
Haps shattered soul to pardon,
In tender whisper call me hon,
So lost in your eyes; no choice