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.