Shakespearean Sonnet


Lily McWhorter, Writer

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.