i definitely have a lot more respect for his talents know . hear’s my sonnet, or my attempt on a sonnet.
The point of no return is where we head
When life’s never ending challenges did
Beset I promise, my love, we will dread
Every decision we made but, chide
Not our love for it yields our happiness
Don’t remember our torrid days that were
Filled with endless fights; for its mere madness
To forget the love we share, if it were
Up to me, I will mend those hateful things
I said by making every word I utter hence
Twice as joyous as the harsh words that sting
And I promise to adhere to such a sense.
For your love imbues my desire to change
And get back to our former serene exchange.