Sonnets

Sonnet VIII

The night sky glows in the midnight clearly

The warmest days and nights are yet to come

The dove tails don't quite reach, but nearly

However they both look, and both see some

Neither knows the other's mind all too well

But there's plentiful time for that later

Ev'ryone around them could even tell

They did not, which made it all the greater

Time goes on, the tails moving together

Finally they link, the tension's over

They look up in the sky, the clear weather

Then back to the ground, a four leaf clover

   Some things are scripted, destined to be true

   One of these, so obviously, is you.