The willow leaves take on a silver glow,
As lunar light foretells of love tonight,
That speaks without uttering worldly sound,
And leaves the senses rippling to the ground,
In lucent passions the soul makes its flight,
Beneath the boughs of the weeping-willow.
O sweet this love that quenched my seething thirst,
With gentle touch and a desirous look,
The smile, the warmest smile to light my fire,
My love you are all I ever require,
You are every chapter in the book,
In these moments my heart is set to burst.
My senses dance as my heart does back flips
When loving words echo upon your lips.
Form: Schupan's Sonnet