"If you can wait until I arrive home then I will put you to sleep every night. You'll no longer have to hide in your dome because I will be there to shed you light.
I will hold you close, like a brother should and chase away the guys you want to date. I'd be there for you like you knew I would, and I know you mean love when you say 'hate.'
So please keep in mind, I will be home soon. Just wait seven more days, one more week, and all the shed tears will be dried by noon. No more need to cry, no need to be meek."
...but my older brother, he was too brave, for that night, the war took him to his grave.
I know the rule of sonnets is to just number them, but I like the idea of the first one having an actual title. Also, this isn't that good.