I'm going to write a sonnet

About love, desperate attempt and jealousy

He walks like wind, wind from Grand Canyon

He talks like honey, honey sweeter than Canaan

His brows spread like hawk

His eyes streams like spring brook

What do I love about him?

Oh, nothing particularly

Maybe it's the way he listens

How his face glows with glistens

Maybe it's his passion

Enlighten my dark age prison

O captain My captain, sail me through tempest amid my heart

Guide me through the time we are apart