A Sonnet

My love for you is surrounded with care
Your smile is sweet, just as much as your hair
When you drink lemonade, I feel so warm
You make my heart jump from "coolness" to "storm!"

When we walk through the park hand over hand,
I get a strange feeling, like we're on sand.
I've told you once and I'll say it again,
You make my world seem like it's not so plain


I hate to love you, for it is a sin
But I feel, when I hold you a feeling of win
And as if nothing could stop me at all
I post all of our pictures on my wall

So when should we meet? A quarter to ten?
I know this great bar, they call it The Den.