Sonnets are meant to be about romance
You know? All that's good.
But why should form be contained,
can one not make love to the page
in their own expression?
Imagination like a dodgems car,
wild yet bumpy.
And I guess that's what love is,
you can try to steer in the right direction
but there will always be obstacles in your path.
Yet I shall endeavour to navigate through ours.