Sonnet: To MiLord

Thy scent entrances me, my dearest love,
a single keen-eyed glance and I am gone.
My beloved love, thou art so far above
lowly me. Our pure love, which makes us one,
combines us, fills my soul with fire, makes me
yearn to love thee more. My beloved
love, as thou hast taught me love, now teach me
life, for of all teachers, thou art the best.
And best of all, thy love is true, is mine!
Beyond all price, indeed beyond compare,
sweeter than sweetest, than the finest wine,
of all the lovers, thou art the most rare.
And if, through fortune, I can one thing give,
‘tis love to thee and wish with thee to live.