Standard disclaimer applies: I don't own it.
Sonnet for a Humble Heart
I watch him playing in the shade sometimes;
I pretend to read when he sees me there.
I hold my tongue and reply, "I am fine":
When he asks me, I cannot help but stare.
The melodious nocturne flows from it,
The instrument that he plays to be free.
I watch his lips, he sings to me a bit,
I try not to cry when it's not for me.
He now claims that I am so eloquent
But I do not know what to say to him;
My throat seizes up, my voice is now spent.
His voice holds so much hope but mine is grim.
My words fail me; he is humbled, clearly.
More than all the world, I love him dearly.
Happy Valentine's Day. Can you guess who this is?