Indeed bigger my belly is than your heart,
Neither it is said to fun, nor a pun for art,
Rummaging words for my sonnets,
To depict your spectular strand of sunsets,
Right above your... My pairy awe of euphoria!
From Artic to Antarctic, Africa to Asia,
Those scavengers of science may find
What they need, yet my love, with my futile mind,
I failed to pen a sweet sonnet, like your saliva,
As I fractured these fragile phrases. No Olivia,
Or Cleopatra or Portia is a match for you!
Only your beauty and yours alone, a match for you,
Like my humming hymns a match to your lips,
Oh Milady! Bless my ignorance by your beauty and lit my fingertips!
