My Love (A Sonnet)

My love is like a budding rose.

She’s such a pretty little thing.

I like to look down at her toes.

Or gaze upon her goofy grin.

We’re quite a team together, see.

We always have a lovely time.

I’ll tell you, confidentially.

Sometimes she helps me make a rhyme.

If I could do it all again,

I would not choose another one.

She is my lover and my friend.

A special kind of true woman.

It is as plain to me as that.

To her, I have to tip my hat.


Author: Gordon S. Bowman III

Writer, Visual Artist, Blogger, Advocate

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