The Confession of Love Sonnet

If I told you with eyes that I love you

Would you be kind and tell me with your voice.

It can be embarrassing to construe

Such a great confession as that by choice

Could it be that I am the stingiest

For wishing that you admit your feelings first,

And making you desire for love dingy.

If only lovers could be reimbursed

For any sincere passion that they feed

Then no hearts would be crushed by icy dread

Cause love can reach the speed of a stampede

Turning the blue into cherry red.

The hope of love is too great to ignore

So I will try: it's you that I adore.