My attempt at a sonnet.
You are all I wish in love.
A writer, poet, musician, strong
As a bull, yet soft as a dove –
And so I weep with longing.
But there is joy, I often find
While swimming in a self-made sea.
We are a meeting of the minds.
And so, with you, I may be free.
I do not compare thee to a summer’s day.
That is too uncomplicated of a thought.
For describing our many turns of way.
And what we have long-bought.
You are the moon, you are the star,
You are my love, you are my art.