MESSENGER—a sonnet

MESSENGER—a sonnet


My love, this note is meant to let you know
That you are the queen of my dreary life.
I often dream I am taking a vow
On the altar as you become my wife.

This is no way to propose to you but,
Let this a truthful explanation be:
I can’t muster the courage in my gut
To ask you out for an evening with me.

Hesitation, trepidation kill me,
The moment I consider this prospect.
My days, my weeks and months have gone empty,
Trying to make you my feelings suspect.

Let this uncertainty no more linger.
Let this sonnet be my true messenger.


M C Gupta
6 Jan 2005