Monday, November 23, 2015

A Sonnet For A Rose Queen

You are my desire to which I burn
A forge of values to which I ablaze
The words of cherish things I yearn
And to all these tales will amaze
The story is new as in never before
Had another seen this moment in eyes
That the light before the open door
Was that of you and now I realize
That All I Want In Life Was You
To be my one and only as the view
Upon which I enscribe every poem
With a feeling unto itself for them
A Literature onto which I write prose
For all those of old who knows
What I dreamt at night when I saw you
And my heart was singing you are true.