Shakespearean Sonnet
March 31, 2022
I lift the covers and rise every day,
Out of bed because I cannot be slow.
Completing my daily routine and mom will say,
Come on we must go.
I open the door to the fresh air,
The beautiful picture painted above me,
I can do nothing but stare.
My love grows like a tree.
Every day you give me a thrill,
You made me feel like I was not lost.
Sometimes I cannot even chill,
Just to watch is worth any cost.
Love is not a thing you always got,
But from me you sure have a lot.