Sonnet 3

Could any woman serve to please me well,
Her heart be kind and face be not too plain?
Ever my heart can not be made to tell;
Revealing nothing more than joy or pain.

Your touch in truth does bring me only joy.
To Lay with you is nothing short of bliss.
In your embrace, I feel as though a boy,
Lusts of a man are kindled with each kiss.

That I could swear upon the stars above;
To verify that what I say is true:
Even though there are others I could love,
You're quite unique in what I feel for you.

Only more time will tell you that I'm right.
Until then won't you please just stay the night?

-Sean Hastings