Sonnet

I have plenty of love to offer you,

And I am also able to receive

Whatever is offered that may be true,

So something like a love we could conceive.

But who is you and where do you reside?

The search is too long, the world far too fat,

There’s no map detailed enough, nor too wide,

To give one direction to where you’re at!

This heart waits inside an impatient child,

Discovering rainbows minus treasure,

Beating happily yet knowing life’s mild,

Longing for the hour of instant pleasure.

My love is here in every small pore,

Knowing that only you it all is for.