Hopeless Romantic's Sonnet

Apr 03, 2008 - 23:32 PM PST

Do you ever hear your own heart beating?
Moving quickly from your exhaling chest?
Your heart is on a never-ending quest
To find a sensitive heart not seething.
His soft blue eyes leave an image pleasing,
Leaving an imprint, a surprising guest,
Inviting itself in without a jest.
In the azure blue, a golden gleaming.
His shy smile fills me with happiness,
A rare pleasure I can’t take for granted.
I can still hear his voice in whispers.
It’s only been an hour since his bliss
Took hold of me and left me enchanted.
I can only hope the feeling lingers.