Form: Australian Sonnet
I know why Shakespeare could never compare
His lovely maid to summer’s finest day.
There are no words a Bard can find to say,
For you have shown my heart something so rare.
As each aspect of you ignites my soul
In flames that only love, and passion see.
There is no door or key to set me free,
Ensnared by words I let my senses roll.
I do not seek to find release, it’s true,
For love you make my humble life complete
And lead me here where only lovers meet,
Each time you take my hand to dance with you.
As we allow our bond to now evolve
In love there’s no equation left to solve
©JG Farmer 2013
A Garret Poet 