Poem in the style of Shakespeare's Sonnet 130
by Aileen Mason
My constant companion he is not,
I see him once a week.
No white horse did he ride upon,
nor did he sweep me off my feet.
His face: not fair. His arms: not strong.
His words: not always sweet.
And yet I love him and he loves me.
My boyfriend, my man, my Richie.
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This was written for English class.
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