And if we were to see each other soon before you head off to the big city, I know I'd later return to my gloom because I'd have to leave you. Such a pity.
I would be really thrilled to say hi too, not so bothered what time or what place, my hand, it would be stuck to yours like glue, I'd really hate to say goodbye to that face.
Until that day I shall stay here some more and wait for a message to let me know you want to meet up, knock on my door, say "Hey, how's it going, come on then". Even though
the good feeling won't last long, I can't wait to see you Alexandra. It'll be great.
Written: March 2012. Explanation: My improved Shakesperean sonnet for university.