A Sonnet: I Want You To Know. Poem by Benjamin Hickmott

To find words to praise you, I must admit
I have a lack of imagination
For the phrases I write seem so unfit
And not adequate for your laudation
I am not what you‘d call a great poet
Sadly my talent is not great enough
I don‘t have to tell you that ‚ you know it
That‘s why all of my attempts are so rough
I wish I could express what I want to
But somehow it always comes out all wrong
I know what it is I want to tell you
I‘d need to talk with you a whole nightlong
I want you to know, all I write for you
Comes straight from my heart, it‘s completely true