A sonnet, by me, Janessa.
My fine idol, you inspire me to write.
How I love the way you write and walk,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the happy rock.
Let me compare you to a playful arch?
You are more scary, gorgeous and special.
Fledged clouds dull the feathered flowers of March,
And the springtime has the leathered preschel.
How do I love you? Let me count the ways.
I love your compassionate eyes and style.
How your personality fills my days!
My love for you is the bright anglophile.
Now I must away with a weathered heart,
Remember my wild words whilst we're apart.