I am trying on a new style of poetry. I should say that it is new to me but quite old in its original form and, that form is the Sonnet. I guess there’s nothing else to say so with hope, away we go!
I love you more than I see you capable of.
I empty my soul; sharing all I am, freely.
You share, what you share, unequally.
She adores me, but it is not love.
I know I am heart and soul: caught!
I feel like you are only lightly tied
A balloon held by a child wide-eyed.
Perhaps there is a lesson to be taught?
I know my love, you will come to see
That a happy, loving future, is what will be.