Mar 26
first Sonnet
His eyes are a green-blue
His gaze lets your soul inside
He holds virtue
He never lies or sets you aside
He carries his head with benign
His smile is those of a light
His teeth crooked but perfectly align
When he sees you look your eyes take flight
He's socially relevant but kind
His voice is fast
He makes me unwind
I could listen for hours past
I would want this to last
I pine
He stays supine