Sonnet

I sent you a sonnet
I stole from a woman
Who shared all my fears
You'll never imagine the courage it cost me
To wait out the years
Knowing that time was against ever meeting you

Loving you still for your songs
Trusting the truth of the lyrics
I've learned from you
Wishing on stars and singing on street corners
Hoping that you'd come along

And if you should hear this don't
feel obligations to answer these lines
I'm happy just knowing I've
told you I love you within these poor rhymes

Portuguese sonnets and second hand songwriters
sending you fan-letter love cannot express
all the beauty I see in you
Found in your words,
Locked in your songs
are the feelings that I'm singing of