Cherub walking near mere men,
Shining light – divine, intent.
Some have tried to claim, girlfriend
Of this one who’s heaven-sent.
“Be myself” is what I tried
Then I knew I caught her eye.
Eternal hope that I’ll abide
With glory’s finest, ‘til I die.
Brought home to the family,
Who smile but take my measure.
With standards high, will they deny
For me to have my treasure?
Heaven’s keeper gave a sign
“Give your heart,” then she’ll be mine.
Day 23 of NaPoWriMo celebrates Shakespeare by writing a sonnet. I didn’t quite follow the iambic pentameter format, but I kept the line count and rhyme scheme.
At first I was dreading the poem because I find sonnets particularly time consuming, but reflecting on my weekend made this an easy one. I spent the weekend with an angel and her family, which made everything fall into place.