Sonnets From The Shakespeares Poem by Ima Ryma

Yes Will, there was a moment that
I was a bit annoyed by you
After we had that little spat,
As married couples sometimes do.
But having hate for you - no way,
Something I know you realize,
Whatever mean words I might say,
It's a meaningless exercise.
But thank you, dear, for your concern,
As expressed in your sonnet fine.
I'm grateful in our sojourn,
Love, I have yours and you have mine.

Just remember my sonneteer,
No hate between us, my Will, dear.