By jason (jroberts@altavista.net)
Date: 5 April 1999

Sonnet I.

My heart doth guide my tongue to speak these words
So unto thee I turn and start to speak.
In trees, the soft whistle of lovely birds
Cause other animals to become weak.
The saultry sounds of thy beautiful voice
Weaken my defenses and calm my heart
While angels above begin to rejoice
For they soothing words imply a new start.
My life revolves only around thy soul;
My existence lies solely in thy touch;
This otherwise empty heart is now full;
Thy love hath a glow that can heal so much.
In all my life there is no other girl
That would share so much in this changing world.