To my Laura I do write this poem
to express all my deepest love for her;
there is – in my mind – no sense of hokum,
although our love may now seem a blur.
Oh dear Laura I must let her know
of how very strongly I do feel –
just as smoothly as this poem does flow
I will bend on knee and start to kneel.
Apologies that I leave her no bed,
nor send men off to war in her good name;
and though for her nobody is now dead,
there sure is still one love for her to claim.
And though I love her so very dearly
I can still only so very nearly
Write a fourteen line sonnet for Laura.