Love Lost Sonnet 1

It is a matter of light contemplation,
That thy' heart be burdened with woe of love abandoned,
Thou' has not seen my personality as it glistened.
O' thy' hope has faded all sensation.
Not one in such a nation,
Thy' depression affected ye' heart burdened.
Thou' all situation make my reputation cheapened.
Thus thy' prove my own allegation?

The reputation of a talent destroyed,
Thy' existence of a heart broken,
Leads to thy' own distress.
Keep thy' head up high and ignore the void,
Focus instead on the future token,
For thy' is full of potential for thy own success.