Love, Shakespearean Sonnet

I love my writing; It makes me fell good
Just write one more book, then I'll write the next
I'm no longer fighting, pressed to the wood
I know what they took, no need to be vexed

I love to sleep at night, though it is dark
My bed is a spaceship, springy and soft
Last night I dreamt of making a good mark
I slept through memories of Laura Croft

I love my painting, love the colors too
And though I rarely paint, I remember
First I add the red, then I add the blue
It really gets fun when in December

I love my life and all that it entails
The love of life and living it prevails