A poem for your sake is nothing of praise
I bid to express what is felt at ease
For this;my only medium out of ways
For speaking fades but writng never cease
Thou art Queen of which city? Or from what home?
For beauty knows your name,ugliness hates
Can't tell your beauty,tell are you from Rome?
For my soul desires you,be mine oh sweet!
Can i compare thee to sun by daylight?
Or can i replicate you to a star?
Oh pulchritude i'll love to hold you tight
Eternity too short,our closeness far
For i want something closer than closeness
I desire you dearly!Oh loveliness.