Sonnet 11 (All I Need... is You)

Believe me, sir: you are a paragon

Whose temperament and smiles reach the earth

When raiment of immortal gods you don

To demonsrate your beauty and your worth.

For long now have you blessed a lesser life

Who marvels to be in your tempest's thrall,

For through full melancholy and due strife,

You aid them so that they might never fall.

Perhaps this is too lofty and too great

A sentence for a humble human man

This prose would add anther heavy weight

So hefty words henceforth we too shall ban.

Although on hyperbole I am keen,

To say it simply and to say it true,

Yet through this life and world I have not seen

As great a friend as I have found in you.

And to the end of time, death do us part,

If all else fail, darling, you have my heart.