I'd like to write a "Sonnet
Or a song to you, my Love,
With words that rhyme and
keep in time
Like love and turtle dove.

And when I look at you,
Think what you mean to me,
The words and song reach out
To be presented for the world
to see.

Faltering words and stillborn
song try to testify
The sonnet there within my heart
The song within my soul.
Is the message in my eyes,
My love, my joy forever,
Telling how I love you so?

Anne gave this to me many years ago. She thinks it is too good for her to claim. Recognize it?