A Lover's Sonnet

Your gaze long, loving, and hazel, which turns everyone and everything, into nobodies and nothings. Long bouts of honey-like curls, and a personality crafted from scraps and tidbits of saints. so perfectly human and inimitable, and flaws so lovely, they bring others envy. A portrait which God created from Greek scriptures, which bring jealousy to Helen, and paintings to Monets. As leaves of sunsets fall around us, to you, no autumn will compare. In this moment, you are my obsession. And now, you love me too.