Literature
A Sonnet
When you come around me, the skies are blue
And the birdies sing in sweet harmony
All I can focus on, darling, is you
You, and your gorgeously fair right knee
Your knee, to no others does it compare
Its hair glistening brightly in the sun
And the simple round curve, I wish youd share
The sheer beauty of your right knee, my hon
Your left knee does not, in any way, vie
With my ardor for the knee on the right
Of this, love, I certainly cannot lie
For I am awestruck by it day and night
The absolute love is hard to measure
But when I see your knee Im fullo pleasure