If I should ever write a Sonnet,
A word picture of my hearts song
Where musics notes, played loud and long,
Of all the loveliness
Upon this glorious Planet,
I would scribe it
Clear to the Sky,
My weary eye
Alert again where all things
Beautiful and bright,
Where blues't Day
And Star Stud Night,
Would tremble at the sight of Perfect You.
My Sonnet would be number XX11.