Sonnet
Aug 31, 2018 · 1 min read

Have you but a moment, only a spare moment?
I have brought some flowers, flowers for your grace;
Pardon if I stutter, my heart is quite a torment;
My words now without pattern are easy to enlace.
Please, receive my flowers; they are of crimson color
To portray my passion, a passion that quite burns;
I know that other suitors have bestowed you flowers
Yet mine will never hurt you for I’ removed the thorns.
Am I someone famous? Oh, no! ‘ Am only a rhymer
Who had lost his senses, dazzled by your cast;
I live by your reflection — call me a “dream climber…”
A Painter of Fantasies… a Sculptor… a Designer…
Your Everlasting Future… your Clock Without a Timer;
A Chaser of Fine Treasures — For I have found you at last…
