Sonnet #1

A Poem by Bobbert

I was feeling inspired after reading some of Shakespeare's sonnets and decided to try my hand at it. I hope you enjoy it!

Where does one begin to write about his muse?
Shall I compare thee to a day? A flower? The sun?
No. Such words hath already been spoken, I will not reuse.
I will speak my heart true before I come undone.
The fiery passion burning in thine eyes,
The curly locks bestowed upon thine head,
Altruistic by nature, tread carefully I dare advise,
For thou art a maiden blind to her own delight instead.
A smile that hath become the silhouette of all I hold dear,
There exists no other smile that can compare.
A chuckle that melts away all the pain of the most severe.
My favorite miracle, the angel, the answer to my prayer.
Our time is fleeting, thine 3 months quicker than my own,
Although we spend it apart.. thou art forever my muse, this much I have shown.