The Epitome of Love

Thee who loves more than one falls for just one

Shall escape such emotion with thy heart

All day and long, you are of a work of art

There is nothing finer than a view of you

Or, poppy’s of red and violets of blue l

While we lie a wake be side the bay

For thou who holds such be witching brown eyes

As fascinating this love can be for we

Reading during the day might make you wise

Three sonnets a day and you may feel free

A Shakespeare take you might say this is true

This brewed up magic love be my love adieu!