Wrote this thing about two years ago for a friend who's now my girlfriend. There's a really funny story behind this thing, but that's irrelevant. Note that this was basically the first sonnet I ever wrote, so yeahh... iambic pentameter is pretty messed up, ideas are extremely cliche, and this thing is just the corniest thing you may ever read.

NOTE: If you dislike dislike Victorian language (or what most would Shakespearean English,) leave now - you will not like this.

Besides that, thank you for your time, please comment/review, the piece is below the dotted line.
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"Say, I my Love, that thou art like the moon,
For both art pale and framed by darkened silk.
A sight that doth this poor Poet's heart swoon
And that doth inspire all those of mine ilk!
Rejoice I that, though thou of me knows not,
Upon thee, darling, I may forever gaze.
Adore I thy smile, forget I cannot -
For thy mirth seems to gleam upon thy face!
Lament I that thou art above me, be
It thus - thy heart is just out of mine reach!
Beauty that fills me with such lunacy
Cannot be! -- Dream? A dream of love? -- I Gasp!
If it be! Wake me not! But let me dream
Beneath thine gaze, thine splendor - the moon's gleam."
- To Susan