Sonnet: Rosabelle

Oh Rosabelle, forgive me for my part!

Thou art my eldest sibling like mother;

Thine silence somehow hurts my wounded heart;

Bestow thy love again for thine brother!

Thou art the bud that blossomed flower first,

And emanated fragrance that was sweet!

To see thee happy-- my heart is athirst;

Oh how I wish to talk to thee and meet!

If differences cropped, ’tis not my fault;

I am the same in heart and mind, not health;

We ate like food and tasted common salt;

Yet, love seems shadowed by some hate, some wealth.

What dost thou gain by staying so aloof?

Remember that we’d shared a common roof!

3-6-2004

~Dr John Celes ~