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"If I could write a sonnet for you, dear" by Evan Watson If I could write a sonnet for you, dear, And weave in words the feelings you inspire, I'd whisper florid prose into your ear, Sweet somethings of the beauty I admire, Or pass it in a note to you in class, In hopes that you would linger after school, But such anachronisms seem, alas, Passé, and you would think I was a fool, With Shakespeare's verses swimming in my brain, My pen could spin iambs of tenderness, Compare your hair to stalks of golden grain, And touch with words that which I would caress, But darling, we both know the way things are; You'd rather have a boyfriend with a car. About the Author 
Evan Gervas Watson is an eighteen-year-old Eagle Scout and hopeless romantic who lives under a hat in the wide open fields of the Central Valley. He reluctantly attends college in the city, where he spends most of his time in the darkroom or thinking about life and writing poetry for the local literary magazine. His truest joy, however, is hiking along the High Sierra batholith in the long days of California's summer.
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