I want to write her a sonnet,
Syllables that mirror the love I have
for a girl I met when my heart
started beating again.
Inky words that shape thoughts, feelings,
Patterns of colour that would fade away
if the girl no longer kissed me
like it was the last time.
Loving her could not fit in the lines,
My pen eventually will dry but our
hearts remain touched by a force
that could destroy the earth.