Sonnet- Iv Poem by Sherwin Ilagan

O dear, you hide your beauteous new form—
Of singularity to whom you love,
And showing that you're just a simple norm?
For reason of you don't want to get snob?
Though it won't be the same when you were young,
The most admired fair lady yes you are,
A suitor's quest just to be near- unsung
With my created dream yet still you're far.
But dreaming is the only way to keep—
This hidden citadel a place to stay
Where I can be your paramour from sleep;
That unified our hearts, as we obey—
His arrow while trajecting with my praise
Deep in your respite, I'll give my embrace.