Sonnet #1

A sonnet of late night desires.

This occasion she was out in the night,

The spooky sounds gave her an awful fright,

Hearing a man’s voice cackle in delight,

Sent her looking for a way to ignite;

The lantern hanging, not giving bright light,

A wish of leaving the party on time,

Curse, no gentleman standing by her side,

No carriage, or horse, nothing but moon’s bright,

Dull blade, weapon; puffy dress, Valentines,

Yes! I see she was concerned for her life,

Sneaking, creeping, approaching out of sight,

She, my true love, my heart stalking this time,

Alas, at her doorstep she finally arrived,

No hair on her hurt, My True Love; My Valentine.

Author's Note

My first sonnet. Hope you like it. Enjoy the read.