I Wish To Cry Out Loud; Sonnet 8 Poem by Winston Dsouza

I wish to cry out loud,
Today, to finish all my tears,
More louder than angry black cloud,
For which I cant bear,
For I am in great sorrow,
And no happiness I can borrow,
Rivers may cry in the day of summer,
But not as much as I long for her,
Sweet be the honey of bees,
But not as sweet as She is,
But, my fate did make be bare,
The pain and grief with no care,
But, no, let me not loose; but let me face,
This fall as did great men in their days.