May All the Sonnets In the World

May all the sonnets in the world compiled in beauty lend themselves to your sweet eyes of gold may every line of of penmanship speak to you of me showing you that ardor, still untold and when the moon comes out to serenade you darling send me kisses from your balcony and when the moonlight bathes the feather's of a starling tinted dark as heaven's ebony, bring me all your charms and play your castanets my love rend each doubt and join me over there where every wingeth bird soars up like a turtle dove and plays us music oh so fair may every sonnet ever written call you out by name, may every poem ever uttered be your sweet proclaim.