Sonetto Infatuo

Upon his physique void o' flaw I gaze, One alike is by mine encounter rare, Jaded not I of said art in a daze, Mine orbs of green resisteth not to stare. His lips addicting and charming his smile, Yielding a dulcet and solacing sound, Oh, from which I melt, leaving me beguiled, A provoking touch declare me unwound. Skin so divine fervently I beseech, To embrace and 'cross his body move mine, As a wave flowing upon a warm beach, His presence itself results in cloud nine. Though perhaps far too early this may be, I am, I believe, so in love with thee.