sonnet.

T'was never a chore to speak my heart out to you everyday,
For my love for you grows as days pass by,
And this will never cease until the day I die.
You tell me, too, in a thousand different ways,
How you regard my being as graceful as a dove's flight
And yearn for the moment to vow your life eternally
To this one woman who's always loving you endlessly
And forever from that day on you and I shall unite.