My Pursuit

Writing sonnets, an idle pursuit,

Crafting narratives, to my persona suit.  

Weaving emotions, from boredom's yarn,

If I keep rolling, I'll be a pretty good liar, darn!

Writing sonnets, an idle pastime,

Creating moments, that transcend time. 

Conjuring images, out of thin air,

To make love out of nothing - is a daily dare. 

Writing sonnets, an idle promise,

Of baring myself - naked, as is.

Stuck in a loop, as I woo you in my mind,   

I love 'you' or the muse, I'm in a perpetual bind. 

As I do my shenanigans in 14 lines, you play dumb and mute,

That's why you are, and will always remain - my ideal pursuit.