Sonnet #1

Her eyes so bright, the darkness they don't know;
Her face so fair as snow that falls in night.
Although my love's a thing I've yet to show,
Upon the gaze of her my heart takes flight.

I've yet to fix my hand upon her frame;
Ive yet to rid my sleep of dreams of her.
And since I have but all myself to blame,
So sadness on myself I must incur.

My hand to place upon your gentle own;
My mouth to kiss your never-ending lips.
My thoughts with images of you have flown,
And on my mind your image is affixed.

A gentle smile is still the dream of dreams.
A poison you have given me, it seems.