His heart was captured by a lady’s grace.
From her raven eyes to her auburn hair,
he watched mesmerized, enamored, and dazed.
These were the sparks of their sweet love affair.
Behind blank pages and written verses
were his testaments of love and desire.
He spoke of roses and warm embraces,
of hopes that the universe would conspire
to write the greatest story ever told.
He wrote of his feelings, his love for her,
his conquered fears, his intentions so bold.
In danger’s face, he would not be deterred.
For it is rare to find the one for you
that will show you the love that’s pure and true.
A Shakespearean sonnet for NaPoWriMo day 9.