W.H. Poem by Ima Ryma

W.H., initials be
Of a young man, the subject of
Love sonnets, and I think it's me,
William Shakespeare wrote to in love.
Of course I'll never know for sure,
Because Shakespeare is dead and gone,
But his words will always endure.
Each time I read, I thrive upon
The attention that I did bring
From the beauty that I displayed.
It really is such a sad thing
That connection was never made.

These initials I now go by,
And Will until the day I die.