Sonnet # 22 Poem by John A. Hancock

Softly shall I whisper your sweet name
When my days seem so dark and long
For no sooner shall thy name pass these lips
The ebbing darkness suddenly will be gone
For thou art a beacon in the quest for love
A shinning light for all to see
A wood nymph in the forest glade
A mystic beauty from a page of fantasy
Ah such a book on thee I would surely read
To discover if there is more, before
I travel down a path to your heart
And knock upon its door
I can only hope thee would answer and welcome me inside
Rebecca your are a lovely vision, God placed before my eyes