Nothing Like A Sonnet

 

This is nothing like a sonnet

It’s more than 14 lines

The words are not tongue-twisters

Around dark love-lorn lines

It’s more plain talk than Bardic

It’s much more me than Will

It’s just my way of saying

How much I love you still

You’re sometimes a real Tempest

Yet not, thank God, a Shrew

You’re not a girl for Taming

And I’m not trying to

You are my Dream in Venice

I am your true King Leer

You may not be a Merry Wife

But it’s just nice you’re here

I could have penned a sonnet

With Nothing Much Ado

But take this much for granted

I love my life with you.