Sonnet 1

A light, a light, piercing the dark of night,
Through cloud and storm, none shine as true as you.
‘Tis only her my eyes behold in light,
Beauty unmatched, not another in view,
Like a flower so sweet ripe on the vine,
It is her perfume that makes my heart sing.
My heart a castle, take it and be mine,
And only joy unto you will it bring.
Her joyous song sings my heart’s desire,
A longing that burns, burning deep within.
Her eyes that sparkle lift me ever higher,
So long, so far, to have you as my own.
I wish, I wish upon the brightest star,
A prize to keep dear, so near, she so far.