A Sonnet To Me

I used to wish
That someone would
Write a sonnet
To me.

I got all tired
Of wishing, so
I wrote a sonnet
To thee.

I had thought
To win
Through verse
A love.

I found instead
A voice;
A love instead
I found inside.

I am to me
Writing a sonnet
So beautiful,
So new.

I have found
That verses complete
My personhood,
Not you.

I am writing
Me a sonnet –
The sonnet
Will be true.

I will become
The sonnet;
The sonnet need not
Be blue.