You're like the dawning of an autumn day
That warms the heart although the air is cold;
Your sweetness pours a honey-golden ray
Of youthful spring into a year grown old.
Passion is like an unquenchable fire,
Especially when fueled by jealousy;
And nothing burns like unfulfilled desire:
Emotions singe when fierce and fiery.
Dreams leave a warm glow in their wake -
Sweet dreams of love that make me sigh -
Like moonlight on a quiet lake
If pen and ink were brush and paint
And vowel sounds were shades and tints,
If word pictures weren't so faint
But radiant like fine art prints -
A rainbow on a rainy day -
That particolored arc on high,
That shiny ribbon on the gray
Don't let desire's smoky haze
Obscure devotion's crystal light;
In giving her your glowing praise,
Make every ardent line you write
Your love should be a home where she
Can always comfortably abide;
Let her feel safe when by your side -
Be a shield for her privacy.
Investing so much time into a sonnet
Yields no benefit financially;
You'll never bring a dime in through a sonnet -
People seldom pay for poetry.