Christmas Day (Sonnet #1)

Writing of your kindness is not a chore

These words flow with ease all the more

I pray these words do amuse

Your feelings I promise never to abuse

All night spent thinking of you

Words settle in my mind like the morning dew

Christmas Day (Natalie) drives me to distraction

I hope and pray this poem brings you much satisfaction

Your loveliness your grace to what shall I compare

All other women green with envy scream it is just not fair

Flowers in all their glory bow their heads in shame

At the sheer mention or the very whisper of your name

You see this sonnet is all about you

I hope beyond hope one day to become your boo