Sonnet 1

I have this amazing friend who is now a published author. Over the last two and a half years we have grown incredibly close. She's a brilliant writer and a terrific human being. An off statement in class resulted in her writing me a sonnet. Iambic Pentameter and all. You can find her here . And below is what she wrote me. If I was the crying type, I would have cried but this touched me in so many ways. I love you Priya.


The world is not enough, and words cannot say,

How much it means that she's a part of my life.

So dark the night, and hot the day

But still she comes to lessen my strife.

We've spun Fortune's wheel, we've wound

Up the charm; we've worked, laughed and hopped

We've grown in leaps and in bounds --

And never on the way my hand she's dropped.

So say, do you hear the glad song of my heart?

She is coming, she's coming, a gleam in her eye

A skip in our step, before she departs --

Howe'er it was that tempers ran high;

For she is the one, the one, the only one

Whom I'd trust when I need a battle won.