Pen to me a lovely write.
Oh, tell me of your favor!
Whisper words onto a page
Of how my lips you'd savor...
Tickle Fate and chance my glance;
I do hope I will see-
Phrases bled to make me weak:
A sonnet writ for me.
ha - very good. I trust the one you are hoping for, will sonnet to you :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very beautiful a 10!