His heart on mine has such firm longing hold,
And his has but sweet and forever grasp.
So strong this love though endless, yet not old,
His hand strong on my weaker heart has clasp.
Before today my heart free-bound was lost,
Now in mine eye I see it now has place.
Before his life and world and mine had crossed,
thought not gone be problems I had long faced.
Smile always sitting now upon my cheek,
Perpetually elated I now find.
Not so sought this feeling I'd found to seek,
If now to leave, for his heart I'd need pine.
For his heart, my mind plays but a slow song,
To his pure heart, my lyrics but belong.

Let not the world fall to its knees too quick,
Hold fast your heart and longer hide your love.
The sun's bright candle burning at the wick,
Heart's position stationed as it doth move.
Shakespeare's Sonnets never do compare quite,
His words hold stronger meaning to mine ear.
With pen in hand I hope to see him write,
Across the page, his fluent voice I hear.
His words, like honey, descend off the page,
In a puddle I remain stagnant soft.
Mine heart he has stolen, he can engage,
This heart is his and he may have it oft.
Clear is my happiness what once was not,
All love I hold for him is not forgot.