Sonnet I

My first sonnet.

O, free yourself into the air,
My thoughts of grace and love
For I have found my spirit bare
Beheld by eyes suave.

They fall as mirrors of the sky
Upon my naked thought
And paint onto my lips a sigh
I have forever sought.

Over the mountains, seas and hills
Your flesh and soul roam free
While carelessly your smile fills
This musing heart with glee.

Until the fire in our chests is lit
Alone in reverie I sit.