The Poet Who Only Wrote in Sonnets

He came as new with the craft that he knew
That of verses and words in its profuse
And through the years all he wanted to do
Is to write poems- sonnets in all good use.
Navigating pentameters with ease —
Measuring the iambus in all glee —
Writing octaves with phrases he may please —
Concluding with sestets to let it flee.
And he chose the Sonnet, for it does sing
Along with the longings of love as told
As the words do convey of all the things
The heart desires to hear emotions bold.
And now he writes anew a paean for sure,
Dedicating with affections assured.