Sonnet

My dearest Anna Leigh, don’t go to sleep tonight

when the sun inside those tealight eyes does fall

and stars come out to tempt the light.

I offered you forever, and though all

the world may crash and burn and fight

to us those petty lives and lies will be null

 and void, and we’re the ones who got it right.

But we didn’t, did we? And now I crawl.

And long for love which burned so bright.

Anna Leigh, don’t go to sleep tonight.

*This is a male point of view. Not mine. Just felt I should clarify that.