Italian Sonnet in ABBAABBACDECDE Form. Hope you enjoy
Sweet Passerby, gliding ever so slow;
Eyes green like emeralds, staring ahead
Hair flowing in the wind, Fiery Red
Face, soft and fair, Jaws dropped to a new low
My eyes follow back and forth, to and fro,
I make my move though Ive lost my cool head
Nervous, Hopeless, My lips begin to spread
Words flow endlessly and hope returns, So
We say what we will, to see what we may
In the future of this, of fate, of us
We will start to grow to a perfect fit
Will we stay here to the end of our days?
Lost in this locked gaze? Time can only guess
I am willing, If you only commit.
