Goddam Sonnet 2

O speak to me, dear Reader of my rhymes;
Reflect upon the sweetness that might be:
Oh put aside all anger and bad times -
Transcendent bliss if you but talk to me.
Is there more I might do to demonstrate
My love for you? Let me show you I can
Enrapture my own darling sweet soul mate
As no woman has done to any man.
O dearest please do not reject me still.
I have a shocking lack of pride, 'tis true
Enslaved am I to my erotic will,
And cannot help but ever think of you.
My soul addresses yours my Guiding Star
Standing before you, equal, as we are.