Sonnet 20
- 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.
Notes
"Like waffles in the morning, you bring me joy" - Johnta Austin.
That song lyric has nothing to do with this sonnet but it has the same sentiment; it's just a blank blurt about someone that doesn't need anymore substance that that particular instance it was blurted in. And what that instance was I'm not too sure but this came out in smooth blurts. And "blurt" is such an ugly, winsome word.
Iambic quatrameter, lead in with the same sentence for each quatrain, kept it simple cause things like this are sometimes best kept simple.
— Huy on