I want to write a sonnet full of love,
complete with rhyme, iambic rhythm too.
My hand inside old Shakespeare's writing glove
to turn a phrase or two to dazzle you:
a dozen lines for you to treasure much;
forsooth I'll add two more to make fourteen.
Though daft and dumb it is to measure such,
I need a guide to say just what I mean.
I mean to say I love you more than God
and care not what His sacred will will do.
Forsaking grace to lie beside your bod
is one small price to pay for bliss with you.
So even though this sonnet seals my fate,
what counts is that I love you, my sweet Kate.
There doesnt seem to be any thing in this collection.