Sonnet 1

No sonnet skills, no poet's fame,
Just simple words to keep my flame.
No grand gift, just thoughts I share,
Of life, its joys, its burdens bear.

The gold trophies may shine and gleam,
Their glow is faint beside a dream.
Within the chest, these feelings thrive,
With love, that makes my spirit fly.

On paper's canvas, black on white,
It paints a world both warm and bright.
Whispered thoughts slowly take flight,
Transformed by feelings' eternal light.

No magic craft, no fancy phrase,
Just love's true being in simple ways.