Saturday, March 12, 2011

A Sonnet by Gabrielle Porter

Dear Jennifer, exquisite and lovely
If only she would favor me with a glance
Pretty emerald eyes to think of fondly
Her gaze could thrust me into a deep trance

Into a trance when our eyes collided
I attempted to share my affection
She appeared to have been undecided
I wish we would have had a connection

Yes, the moment I've been waiting for
She strolled towards me, my palms were sweaty
How I fancy her; I'm nothing to adore
My Jennifer is not at all petty

Talking the night away with lovely Jenny
Moments like this are not very many

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