As fluting beaks rejoiced the waking sun,
I knew your furrowed heart needed a balm.
Although I thought it obvious and done,
I’d write a Sonnet, what could be the harm?
You say your life revolves around just me
And each morning is now worth waking for.
So, with a smile I pen what I believe,
reciting songs inside my very core.
My swirling ink quickens with ev’ry beat,
A swan ballet swimming across each smile.
Such truths cannot be formed from cold deceit,
Lyrics of love will play the longest while.
Your feathered words awoke a passion kiss.
Your love for me, makes this, a life of bliss.