Sonnet I

When I get lost looking at the sky,

and the night comes through,

it means not a moment goes by,

when I’m thinking of you.

My heart is what I lend

as we go out on each date.

Hoping our love has no end;

Wishing you’re the perfect mate.

We’ll sing and we’ll dance.

I’ll write about you with no falter.

I’d do anything for that chance

to meet you at the altar.

At this day, I want you the rest of my life.

Today, I want to call you my wife.


Rich Millo


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