A Sonnet
My stark pencil, you inspire me to write.
How I love the way you hide, sleep and look,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the deadly nook.
Let me compare you to a contender?
You are more busy, amazing and dark.
Good frost nips the robins of December,
And wintertime has the sunny skylark.
How do I love you? Let me count the ways.
I love your pleasing eyelashes and style.
How your personality fills my days!
My love for you is the blazing carlyle.
Now I must away with a dizzy heart,
Remember my clear words whilst we're apart.
