Birth of a Sonnet

Alas and alack, my fellow poets For 't seems I hath not writ a sonnet yet Unbeknownst, too short were such lines I penned 'twas said my syllables were not well met Advice, I take thee well, accepting that True knowledge is a path we all must seek Applying wit, the ink doth flow again To write these words my soul demands to speak For, there is one, whose inspiration finds A warm place in my heart in which to dwell Though blossoming and yet within its youth In knowing her, I long to know her well This humble scribe will go to any length To write such words as give her inner strength ~