Edgar Allen Poe tribute in Shakespearean Sonnet Form

*I wrote this for my english class, but they didn't allow me to actually use it. Apparently high school districts are really sensative when it comes to poems talking about wanting to kill people. Oh well, here it is.*

How beautiful you look with red-blushed cheeks.

Yet I can’t help but imagine them pale,

Color escaping once you meet Death’s peaks,

Your body shivering and starts to flail.

The only touch of color left would be,

The sweet intoxicating liquid rose

Dripping as you plead me desperately,

For from thy knife I pierce thee without woes.

Deranged they might call me for wanting thee

Slaughtered by none other than my own hand.

I have not gone mad, I just wish to see

How beautiful you’d look with my death brand.

These desires derived from hate comes naught,
Truly by cupid’s arrow I was shot.