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
