You Are My Favorite Sonnet

Darling, You are my favorite sonnet you pick up my pen so effortlessly; Muse of my tanka, quatrain, or couplet words flow from you to the page perfectly; Wildly free verse with no structure sometimes, a ride around the track on a go cart; Inspiring a love language fueled by rhymes, every move the embodiment of art; If I sit, let my mind begin to drift never will I be plagued by writers block; These thoughts engulf me inspiration’s gift, endless ideas an electric shock; Moments with you murmur ‘write’ into me, transformed softly becoming poetry.