A love sonnet
She’s so beautiful-so magnificent.
Her hair’s dark brown, and crinkles at the ends.
She talks with a lisp, and smiles bashfully.
Her gaze is deep, penetrating, but gleams.
Everything about her is special.
Her expression of love is sensuous.
I love it when she touches my bare hands,
rubbing my palms with her soft fingertips.
She’s free of bounds, but full of mysteries.
Full of secrets, and things that I can’t describe.
Full of passion, full of love, full of joy.
Which she reveals to me in slow lingers