Her

I am writing these words to try something
A sonnet to me is so very deep
How does one create another life that is touching?
Something just like her; an eternal sweep.


All it took was one glimpse, one look, one sight
To know that the time spent will be a blur
It will be wasted time trying to write
Write a poem as beautiful as her.


But if you flip back to the first chapter
You will see that she was hard to learn too
With her words, and her exquisite laughter
She had me and up to cloud nine I flew.


So what you can learn from this is easy;
You should never give up complexity.