Iambic quatrameter, lead in with the same sentence for each quatrain, kept it simple cause things like this are sometimes best kept simple.
Sonnet 19
Sonnet 20 (you're here)
Sonnet 21
If I could make a drink of you,
It would definitely be sweet,
Pinches of spice to add some heat,
A bubbling tasty dream come true.
If I could make a cake of you,
I’d use the finest chocolates
And frosting set in pirouettes
To set the most decadent view.
If I could make a gift of you,
It’d be small, quirky, charming, quaint,
To match the dainty world you paint
When I’m around your splendid hue.
And I expect nothing in turn,
Just smile to set my soul a churn.
- Huy Hong