Sonnet II

I’d like to get a fiddle,
Play you a duet,
With only one dastardly fiddle,
You know that I’m all set.

I take in your heavenly features,
Short spiky hair and all,
I know of your beauty creature,
Of which that I want all.

To hold you with one arm,
A hug, a kiss, it’s all fine,
Woman, you evoke in me a great calm:
To know that you’re all mine.

And while we may have our feuds,
Know this: I think you have great boobs.