Week 3 Sonnet:

Our love can not be compared
To anything thats less then great,
Its usually not commonly shared
With someone who comes home so late,
You said you would be here at nine,
But its half past ten and you arent seen,
Even though your late thats fine,
We fit together like a pair of jean,
We can always be together,
Even when your no where near,
The days we spend together will last forever
When ever I hear,
Your voice sing that sweet song
I know picking you was never wrong.