A Sonnet: I Wish For You. Poem by Benjamin Hickmott

In your reservoir of charm I did swim
Thirsting for your flavour I drank a sip
Captivated I am now a victim
Lovesick the fever has me in its grip.
Loves an illness that spreads to those concerned
Some are immune, others drown in its wave
The more you give the more you get returned
The currency of love, only fools save.
I feel rich ‚ so much better than before
I have gained so much from your company
With a wife and a lover who needs more
To fill monotony with harmony
I wish for you that your problems would cease
Please fill your home with happiness and peace