by cricketjeff on June 14, 2012. © Jeff Green, All rights reserved
Of sunny days, of drinks beneath the Moon,
A last ice-cream before the park gate closes,
Of making love some summer afternoon.
Inside that sound I felt a small explosion
As lightning flashed and shooting stars took flight.
My heart laid bare by Cupid’s sweet erosion,
My darkest fears succumbing to the light.
How can one word accomplish all these wonders?
Rewrite my life, recast my favourite play?
I’ll do those deeds I once considered blunders
If you’ll agree to guide me all the way.
The Sun has set on who I used to be
For now I know that you’re in love with me.
A simple Shakespearean sonnet