I need to write a sonnet about you,
but honestly I don’t know where to start.
When skies are grey, you make them seem so blue,
I trust you with all of my fragile heart.
They say that eyes are windows to the soul,
If that’s the case, your soul is true and pure.
I can’t stop seeing you where e’er I go,
I think I’m sick with love, and you’re the cure.
Your smile lights up the entire room,
and people love to see you laugh out loud.
If you would be my bride, I’d be the groom,
But I don’t think you see me in the crowd.
I love you darling, and I hope you know,
That if you love me, I will never go.