Jarrod Cook

 

Adv. English

 

Mrs. Hoffman

 

17 December 2003

 

Shakespearean Sonnet

 

 

Beautiful Flower

 

 

Each day as the sun doth arise, the heat

 

will awaken thou from thy nightime state.

 

The pedals unfold to reveal the sweet

 

nectar.  I tell thou that thou'rt my soul mate

 

each day when thine aroma I smell.  To

 

pick of thou would fulfill my greatest dreams,

 

but to remove thou from thy only true

 

garden would prove deadly.  Each day it seems

 

is an eternity when I come view

 

your stunning beauty. I once brought a vase

 

to offer to thou.  Thou told me adieu,

 

and then thou sprayed my sad face with some mace.

 

                Then I knew that thou were one i couldn't own.

 

                The rest of my life I will spend alone.