Sonnet To Emily Elizabeth Tyrrell Poem by Jason Gregory

How my love for you burns like a raging fire,
And when I am away my eyes wet,
Like when a beggar gets scolded by a liar,
I keep you in my heart with a love wired net.

O how I love thee small beautiful woman,
When we are alone all I want is to kiss,
I do not care for makeup I am your man,
When I see you you have a smile on your lips.

My eyes burn at the thought of him; he who dies,
Although his name is known you are safe from him,
When I hear his name I just want to fly,
Because you are my love and his eyes will go dim.