A Sonnet for Love

I know not what the fairest lord is named
Nor do I know what his bright eyes may see,
Yet I know he can’t be caught nor be tamed
By foolish mortals such as you or me.
To me, he is love. To me, he is dear.
The world only lives from him within it.
Losing him is my dominating fear
I could not live without his clever wit.
I could not survive without his gold hair
Or his crescent grin that shines as the moon
To see a living creature be so fair,
No matter how, Death would come far too soon.
Without something as beautiful as he
There would be no life in the world or me.