Now, I am compelled to write a sonnet
a first for me, but not for thou, I hear.
A dazzling face, my love, my sweet pet.
Feeling too much! Confine me with structure!
fold craving, desire into strict form.
my modern chaos seeks a vintage cure-
Shakespearean focus on my forlorn.
Hark! Classic beauty, tame me, bite thy thumb.
What if we live where you know I'm not slick?
Comedic timing, always saw I'm dumb.
You let me act such a feral lovesick.
Open and close for me, like blooms to light
say you love me in a message tonight.
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