Sonnet number 18
Sixteen and I sit with my future
Next to history I don't know
And art she is more beautiful than.
The search for secret brought us here.
Some hidden place to call ours
And let our hearts beat fast in.
Through perfectly placed trees
The stars know we are destined for more
As our hands take their maiden voyage
I whisper famous words across the blanket
Without understanding their meaning
So she will know I Shakespeare her
We seal our possibility with ceremony
Crystal glasses full of sparkling un-wine
Foreshadowing a June night to come when we
Will be made one flesh forever.