Sonnet #58

I wish I could sing,

for I would sing unto the Heavens.

Our love is more than a thing,

It's preached about by the reverends.

I'll write a million poems for you,

and call them all red.

Even though I'm miles away from a pew,

right now.. I wouldn't mind being dead.

Because I'm happy for the first time,

and I have you to thank for this.

You understand my signs,

I don't have to say "give me a kiss?"

With you I feel true compatibility,

and infinite tranquility!