I have had many comments on my [intlink id="359" type="category"]sonnets[/intlink] that end up with ‘Who are you writing these for’, or ‘That is one lucky girl’, or ‘She better know what she has in you’. These are written for no one to speak of- they are results of me finding an emotion and swimming in it for a bit- but if you want to pretend they are for you, be my guest…
The way you adore me hath set me free
Your devotion reaches deep to my core
My soul is untethered because of thee
When in thoughts of you, I always need more
Why is it, why do you give me such love?
What source gives thou such bountiful passion?
Nay, ’tis not whispers from angels above,
Nor Eros working his wanton fashion
I need look no farther than my own heart
For the seeds that grow wings to set me free
It is those young starts of need, on my part
That flood my unfettered love upon thee
Therein lies the answer for us to gain
Love flows between us o’er and o’er again