Sonnet 10

[ehowton]

Classical literary lass agreed
Forlorn and hidden away in her nook
Hath upon my thoughts oft daily impede
Her focus steadfastly upon her book
Both brains and beauty at her disposal
Her eyes alone verily doth arouse
Hiding hints of seductive reposal
Warmth filling my breast when I lay to drowse
I imagine the scene and close my eyes
Holding her gently while she reads avowed
None more perfect pairing one might surmise
Soon its my turn to read to her aloud
She falls asleep in my arms at day's end
Snuggled warmly against the worn bookend