Sonnet

one night upon a tree top i had sit
for it was midnight and i was alone
all was calm in the dead of  the moon light
awaiting for someone to walk on by
i sit there waiting for my love of mine
all by myself i feel it sinking in
he has not loved as for i have loved him
in the moon light soft and silently dark
in the dead of the night i hear crickets
humming in the light of the crescent moon
for through the light of the moon i see him
he approaches the bottom of the tree
the love of my life has arrived tonight
he has loved me as i have loved within