sonnet for a first love
I have become that which I once despised—
those lovers drowned in sentiment so bold—
for every single time I meet your eyes
I cannot help but melt. If I grow old
it would be heav’n to do so by your side,
to spend each waking hour in your arms
and many, many sleeping hours beside;
I love you. This I say and bear no qualms
For though I know the fickle heart of youth
I think mine true. In meeting your dear self
My life has changed forever—and in truth,
I’d pledge my love in sickness and in health.
If I have loved not wisely, but too well,
too late: my heart is yours, not mine to sell.
One of my earlier pieces. Rather classically optimistic, but I still quite like it.