A Sonnet for My Love

Should I compare her to a summer’s day
Or to a winter’s gentle kiss goodbye?
Perhaps I’ll draw her as a marigold,
Or is my love more like the red, red rose?
I could portray her dancing dressed in red
Across a ballroom brimmed with jealous men,
Or pose her silent, sitting in the dew,
A silken tent set in a midday field.
I might boast: Always patient, always kind.
I might describe the moonlight in her eyes.
I might confess I’d never set her free,
Too great a risk, were we not meant to be.
But in the end, there’re just too many ways,
So I will simply call her . . . Poetry.

1 comment for “A Sonnet for My Love

  1. May 30, 2011 at 12:21 pm

    Gosh I’m a sucker for a good sonnet. I love it. The rhyme in this structure of poem is so perfect, and you executed it perfectly. I may have just been inspired to try to write another…

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