I will stop to bore you with my silly sonnet
As I need to move on to something much bigger
And face reality that this will not trigger
Emotional outcry of a pictured locket

Praising your awareness into delicate words
To storm into profiles of intricate moments
As guiding a lost ship past the rocky movements
For a safety absorbed in freedom of the birds

Defy the odds and rules to imagination
Paint the lively pictures that investigate goal
Of finding the right path to ten commandment scroll

Strike down the last pencil, this will be ablation
Cutting off the fingers to desired response
A blood bath of a fool into a renaissance