Sonnet

I think sonnets are my favorite kind of poem. I like the structure inherent in a sonnet, and I really love reading iambic pentameter (yes, I'm a nerd). I'm terrible at poetry, and I've always admired those who could make it work for them.  However I'm starting to suspect that I'm only really bad at expressive Romantic-esque poetry, because I've done something I never thought I'd be able to do.

I've written a sonnet!

This is a very big deal to me, since I 1) consider myself to be a terrible excuse for a poet and 2) have, for some time now, considered it a life goal to write a sonnet (yes, we've already established that I'm a nerd).

Life goal accomplished!

Anyway, here's the sonnet. It's a Shakespearean sonnet (of course), and it follows the traditional theme of a love sonnet (it's for my husband).

Thy love is like a tale writ in a book.

Thy kiss is like a sip of soda sweet. 

Thy eyes may blaze with one amusèd look.

Thy smile doth bless whomever it does meet. 

Thy teeming brain doth o'erflow with melodies.

Which through thy gentle hands doth make their play. 

Thy fingers dance across the stripèd keys,

And through thy music, thoughts do have their say. 

When thou do walk, mine eyes do follow thee,

For gazing on thy grace doth give me bliss. 

When we are parted, wretched must I be,

Since heartache issues from a parted kiss.

And while together we two both shall live,

My heart to you do I forever give.