Fingers tapping out rhythms of love songs The beats matching the thumping of our hearts Your eyes of hazel, so noble, so strong I knew from then on that we shouldn’t part
But in that time when love seemed too painful I was leaving all, and you too, behind To a different state, feeling disdainful Warfare of apart begins in the mind
But not distance nor life can separate Your sweet and patient demeanor divine Reels me in, holds me happy, makes me wait For more moments, floral as sips of wine
You are a knight dressed in normal clothing You are the bright of the morn, imposing
Just a sonnet I had to write for creative writing class