sonnet

My heart is in my throat
I think that this is love
I think that you might steal
my heart away from me

forest, trees, wetland meadow
there's a hawk, and there's the sky
and you are so beautiful to me
you heal my broken heart

all I need is music
a notebook and a pen
I am afraid but I will follow
your innocence and love

I do not remember
what cannot be changed
I am afraid, but I will follow
your innocence and grace