All English Sonnets
Love- in your absence plans are made, unmade
To say to you all lovely unsaid things.
I stammer, fumble, when in presence bade
And gawk at you all lost in stammering.
I wonder at my fluency of thought,
With which my lilting poesy much abounds.
What kudos these to my person have brought,
My keen perception, observation. Sounds,
Of your speech are music to my ear,
And pleasure to my eye is your sight.
I want to tell you this but when so near,
I find you, I am seized by fatal fright.
I stammer, gawk and stammer and then gawk
But can’t decide to look at you or talk.