A Sonnet For Roger Federer Poem by Diana Rosser

My thought full mind does struggle to express
the weakened way in which my whole self feels
when you perform with loose-limbed finesse.
Holding court; your beauty my heart steals.

My covetous heart does not beat alone.
There are many millions more such as mine
whose eyes, eager, follow you as their own
and cherish every moment of your time.

Do not think now youth's easy flush has left
yet clamours new on your unguarded door
that we will treasure you one fraction less,
In truth, your preciousness is all the more.

So remember that you will be forever
Our one and only, Roger Federer