My precious Romeo, you inspire this write.
How I love the way you play free and young,
Invading my dreams you brighten my night,
Always imagining your wet, red, tongue.
Let me compare you to a ripe cherry?
You are more cordial, sublime and sweet,
Ice bites the leashed walks of February,
And winter leaves snow tracked in by four feet.
How do I love you? Let me count the ways.
I love your innocent eyes, teeth and nose.
Gazing into your brown eyes fills my days,
I reach for my phone as you sit and pose.
Now I must command to your loyal heart,
Remember my true words whilst we’re apart.
Written for Ingrid’s Sonnet Sunday