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.