Sonnet - 128 Poem by Xavier Mandreza

Remember this Hour of Meet-and-Greet
As Red Papers frisked your Sun's Blessed Mane
My belated Cats sing Songs from the Street
Whose lively Whiskers probe my Friendship tame
Which is to say much for your Merry Lot
To Honour this Soul before I Forget -
The Maiden crowned for her Prince-Friend's begot
And her Knight's Pride his Best Code interpret
That I should ask for Fair your Summer grows
Since Winter smeared Peppermint on your Chest
Which Fortified just your Smile-on-the-Nose
Then Topped your Season with All of Life's Best.
Least not by - my Fuel for your Enlight
Prayers my Wheel turns for your Lasting Delight.