A poet whose lover I envy

Write me a sonnet

I want nothing more

Than to drown in the words

Of a poet whose lines remind me

Of golden sunsets

A child’s sunny smile

And a baby’s gurgling laughter

Write me a sonnet

I want nothing more

Than to drown in the lines

Of a poet whose lover I envy

Because I’d love to be the hero

In every love sonnet

The poet puts pen to paper for