"Sonnet Two", 1970 by Michael F. Nyiri

Tis an awesome pity that you would shun
This love of mine which I direct
Upon you - should my will be done,
My futile thoughts could then dissect.
As Pygmalion modeled his statue great,
I would, could I have you to pose.
I've tried to leave it up to fate,
And gain your love, but I've gained woes.
You stand so tall in your unknown world,
While I still watch with hopes to pry
Apart your cell into which I've hurled
My passion deep, and words I cry.
Till Earth shall end, and void be long.
The feeling's there, "My love is wrong."