Sonnet I

Would it be wrong my God, to like a girl

Within your Holy House? Now hear me out.

I am no pleb my Lord. Who would unfurl

The rose of her fair purity, don’t doubt

My noble cause, I only seek her grace.

Her love, her heart, her sigh, her smile, her eyes.

To see the radiant beauty of her face

Outshine the fleeting light of Eartly skies.

A guiding light, a hand to hold in prayer.

A rising East to my soul’s sinking West.

That grants a subtle warmth in Winter’s air.

A rock of strength, a hearth to give me rest.

And with a kiss or two, we shan’t transgress.

Well more than two my Lord, I must confess.