Sonnet

I know that soon, my love, we must depart,

And leave the perfect life we've made behind.

It seems that all might end before the start,

And thus inane has aptly been defined.

I try, my love, to say without cliche,

The way I feel when you and I caress.

Or how my glass heart cracks when you're away,

You are my life, to you I do confess.

So when I'm gone, my love, please do not weep,

I'm sure I'll cry enough for you and I.

And while you're gone, I'll do my best to sleep,

I'll fail, my love, yet surely I will try.

But soon, my love, one day we'll meet again.

I'll wait for you, we'll be together then.

-Brian Rex